Those bloody rituals held deep within the oasis, those deliberately buried giant skeletons, and those eerie whispers carried from the depths of the sandy sea on full moon nights all hint at a force beyond mortal comprehension.
"Let them struggle a bit longer," Perfikot murmured softly, her gaze sweeping over the battlefield.
A faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared on her lips, as if she were enjoying a meticulously orchestrated opera.
Even if these chieftains still had hidden forces or some extraordinary means, in front of the twenty ready Steam Knights, it was nothing more than a futile struggle.
These powerful steel knights were currently lying in wait within the cover of the battlefield's flank, their steam cores running at minimal power, ready to become the most lethal killing machines at a single command.
