The Titan of Ashen Bark lifted its fists, bark splitting, molten cracks glowing along its trunk-like arms. The sound of its palms colliding rolled through the forest like a thunderclap. Everyone in earshot braced, already seasoned by phase one and two.
Time to check the wristwatch and…
Minions.
Dozens, hundreds. Those thorny wooden bastards (oh hey) unfurling from the ground, tearing themselves free from roots and soil, popping into existent from seemingly nothing.
The instinct was automatic: group up. Tanks forward, ranged behind, supports funneling buffs, healers drawing up mana reserves.
Almost literally every party in the vacinity knows to be back-to-back, cone formation, split lines to avoid being surrounded or backstabbed.
I noticed before logging in that there was a new trending forum post detailing how to survive the raid boss, so everyone must've been doing their homework and knew the drill, so they moved as one organism, tightening into circles across the clearing.
