Finally, after holding out for a full day and night, the most terrifying figure—one they had long anticipated—made its appearance.
"WAAAGH—!!!"
A roar louder, more savage, and more filled with supreme authority than any battle cry before it exploded like a thunderclap!
Following the roar, all the Green Skins in the midst of their frenzied assault froze as if a pause button had been hit, their movements ceasing in an instant.
They all fell back, clearing a wide path.
Then, a terrifying, eight-meter-tall figure, like a mobile fortress, slowly emerged from the sea of green.
It was the War Lord of this "Shattered Bone" tribe!
Its body was so massive it was despair-inducing.
Every muscle looked as if it were carved from the hardest granite, covered in hideous scars and crude metal sutures.
In its hands, it held no conventional weapons.
Instead, it wielded a pair of enormous "Power Claws" bristling with high-speed rotating saws and hydraulic pistons!
