The fortress commander had circled around through an alternate route. His warhammer rested on his shoulder, scarred face twisted with grim satisfaction.
"Clever." Malrik stepped forward. "But did you really think you could escape me with such puny tricks?"
Behind Marcus's group, specimens and soldiers flooded into the corridor. Trapped between Malrik ahead and chaos behind.
Marcus made the call instantly. "We fight through him. Malachar—full assault!"
The Crimson Tyrant charged.
Malrik met him head-on.
The collision cracked the stone floor. Marcus felt the shockwave in his bones. This wasn't normal Tier 4 strength. Malrik had power that matched Malachar blow for blow—at least Tier 5 raw output.
The warhammer's corrupted energy flared. Malachar actually staggered back a step.
"Your summon is strong!" Malrik grinned, pressing forward. "But I've killed stronger!"
