The sky darkened, not from clouds, but from the sheer density of the swarm descending upon the Hexapod Dreadmaw. One hundred and sixty thousand creatures. It was a number that defied comprehension.
And it did absolutely nothing.
The Dreadmaw didn't even flinch. It simply shook its massive, armored head, and thousands of spectral ravens disintegrated into mist, like they were made of paper because of the stupid high pressure… spit. A FUCKING SPIT.
A wave of Skeletal Warriors hacked at the creature's legs, but their weapons sparked without damaging the Dreadmaw's body.
The monster raised one of its six legs, which looked more like a pillar of chitin and muscle as thick as a redwood than a leg, and brought it down. The ground shuddered, and the shockwave alone pulverized thousands of skeletons, turning them into a cloud of bone dust that was instantly swept away by the wind.
