Annabelle stared at the monstrosity standing before her.
Her breathing was slightly unsteady. Not because of all the monsters she dispatched.
The slight sign of exhaustion was born from the brief confrontation against the behemoth.
Dark sparks danced across its body like a second skin, its plain white eyes stared at Annabelle.
The raven head clutched her broken blade tightly, runes igniting as she fed mana into it, blue lightning rumbling around her and above her.
However, when the thunder met the monster, the effect was annoying.
"*GRUOOGH*" The orc growled, the lightning absorbed into it.
Annabelle stood still.
The battlefield was already unrecognizable. What was once open ground had been turned into a field of broken stone, scorched earth, and fallen bodies. Lesser monsters surrounded them, hesitant, trembling. None dared to step closer.
The behemoth moved first.
Its foot came down.
The ground collapsed.
