Transforming his two ego weapons once more, Aaron reshaped them into twin grenade launchers, sleek, matte-black, barrels humming with restrained destructive energy.
He fired in rapid succession.
Each shot arced through the air with a low, ominous thump.
Grenades detonated on impact against every resurrected foe, explosions blooming in brilliant violet-black bursts.
Limbs tore free, torsos shredded, necrotic flesh scattered like wet confetti across the scorched clearing.
The air filled with the acrid stink of charred meat and ozone.
Then he turned his full attention to Hildr.
He sprinted straight toward her, boots pounding the cracked earth.
No flourish, no hesitation, just predatory intent.
Hildr's composure shattered.
Panic flooded her features.
She stumbled backward, silver armor clanking, retreating instinctively toward the massive fire dragon for protection.
The dragon huffed, a deep, rumbling snort that sent hot embers spiraling into the air.
