The ground shook.
Boulders rained from the sky like angry meteors, flattening homes, crushing towers, and scattering men like ants.
Each impact sent tremors through the massive stone walls of the city, now smeared with blood and fire.
Herios stood, soaked in grime and sweat, staring out at the monster responsible, the monster he thought he had taken down.
The Gegneees, a six-armed titan of war, its skin like cracked granite, its muscles bulging with divine fury, strode through the battlefield, each step a death knell.
With two of its arms, it heaved massive boulders toward the city; with the others, it crushed and swatted the soldiers who dared get close.
It was strong.
"Keep the archers focused on the flanks!" he roared, ducking just as a chunk of stone crashed into the ground, blasting a massive crater to the earth.
Dust clouded the air. Screams followed.
Herios stumbled, coughing, then pushed himself up.
