It turned and backhanded Kress with superhuman strength.
Kress flew ten feet, crashed into rubble, his ribs broken from the impact.
The Fallen Hero advanced on him
A Goblin named Mark attacked it from behind, his blessed sword cutting deep into the creature's spine.
A mortal wound for any normal being.
The Fallen Hero turned, grabbed Mark, and threw him thirty feet into a wall with bone-crushing force.
Mark's spine shattered on impact. He died instantly.
It attacked the nearest moving target—which happened to be a human soldier.
Across the eastern sector, ten Fallen Heroes were creating absolute chaos.
They killed settlement defenders—goblins, orcs, demons, serpentfolk—with brutal efficiency.
And they killed human soldiers with equal enthusiasm.
The creatures couldn't distinguish friend from foe. They attacked anything that moved, driven by failed hero cells that gave them superhuman power but destroyed their capacity for judgment.
