Down below, the battlefield was a tempest of dust, blood, and shattered stone.
The First Officer was struck squarely in the chest by a single, terrifying strike, the sheer physical force detonating against his heavy breastplate like a battering ram.
BOOOOOOM—!
The First Officer was blown backward like a cannonball, skidding hundreds of meters across the scorched cobblestones and smashing through two thick stone pillars before coming to a violent, bone-crushing halt against a ruined wall.
He groaned weakly, clutching his caved-in chest armor as he coughed up a heavy mouthful of crimson blood.
Pain screamed through every nerve in his body. With trembling limbs, he forced himself to stand, clutching his dark-steel spear with white-knuckled desperation.
He stared at the giant standing in the clearing with wide, bloodshot eyes full of absolute horror.
