Ash felt the Frost Titan's power surge within him, an instinctive drive to freeze everything, stop the advance. He exhaled sharply, releasing a wave of numbing cold that swept through the horde.
The creatures howled, their gray flesh hardening under the ice. Some froze mid-stride, their burning eyes flickering weakly before going dark.
But it wasn't enough.
More creatures emerged from the abyss between the trunks, their numbers multiplying beyond reason. They weren't skilled fighters. They didn't need to be.
They swarmed with a relentless hunger, drawn to the living warmth they had long lost. Holding them back was becoming impossible.
Jagu tore through them, a juggernaut of stone and raw muscle. He crushed them, snapped them apart.
Maya fired arrow after arrow, each hitting its mark, but no matter how many they struck down, more appeared.
Then one slipped through the chaos, its blade aimed directly at Maya's exposed back.
