Chaos unfolded below me.
Hnolls of all kinds–agile, massive, as well as a select few bearing distinct racial traits–charged at the soldiers and hunters. A few of them resembled Giga Hounds and Titafur Wolves more than ordinary Hnolls as they burst forth with a bloodlust I only knew from Clove.
One way or another, the Hnoll army was not something I wanted to deal with. Even the weakest among them stood on par with my strongest Hnoll form. If anything, their weakest members were likely stronger than my strongest.
Just watching, sensing their presence from high above, sent my plumage crawling. It was humbling.
Monstrosities in the dozens attacked, and the soldiers and hunters retaliated. I half-expected the defenders to be crushed in the first clash, but they stood strong. These soldiers were nothing like the thugs who had kidnapped me and the others after the Choosing. They were real warriors, their Powers unlike anything I'd seen before.
