As the Corpse King Golem brought its massive fists down again and again upon the crumbling top of the ziggurat, the ancient stones cracked and groaned beneath the punishment. Dust and shards of obsidian rained down like hail, the entire structure trembling as though it might collapse under the sheer ferocity of the undead giant's blows.
The Dullahan, who until then had remained the grim sentinel of this temple, turned its full attention to the abomination. Its skeletal horse reared, ghostly fire burning in its hollow sockets. Without hesitation, the headless knight galloped up the steps of the ziggurat, its spectral speed a blur too quick for mortal eyes to follow. The sheer velocity created a keening wail of wind, a chilling echo across the cavern.
