>>>>THIRD PERSON POV<<<<
Brute tried to force another step.
His frozen muscles refused to obey.
The countless arms protruding from his back trembled violently as the unnatural cold devoured every movement before it could finish. The undead puppets staggered through the frozen battlefield, their joints locked beneath layers of ice until one by one they collapsed into lifeless statues.
Callian didn't hesitate.
"Now! While he's slowed!"
The entire expedition surged forward.
Michael descended from above, his sword carving through one of Brute's massive arms before the monster could even raise it. Uriel followed with his blazing spear, driving Brute backward as Gabriel reinforced every frontline fighter with another wave of blessings.
Baroque crashed against the enormous shield, forcing the giant to surrender ground for the first time since the battle had begun.
Zeke vanished into the frozen mist.
A heartbeat later, another stolen arm fell to the ground.
