The desert winds howled, carrying with them the stench of blood and sand as the swarm of cultists pressed in like a tide. Luca's twin sabers gleamed under the pale sun as he barked over the chaos,
"Eric—bring out our secret weapon!,and protect the healer!"
At his command, the veil shimmered and fell, revealing the massive figure crouched in the shadows—Big Bull.
Luca's lips curled into a sharp smirk. Now's the time to test that shield.
Big Bull's eyes twisted with feral rage as he gripped his colossal mace. With a roar that shook the dunes, he charged straight into the horde.
The first cultist didn't even have time to scream—one swing and his body was reduced to crimson mist. Another strike crushed three at once, their bones snapping like brittle twigs beneath his weapon. Sand and gore sprayed in every direction as the desert floor turned into a battlefield of broken bodies.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" one cultist shrieked, scrambling back.
