*Crack!
The ground cracked as the final beast fell, its massive body collapsing with a thunderous impact that sent debris flying into the air and dust surging in all directions.
The battlefield fell into a stunned silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy groan of the creature's death rattle.
Atop the motionless carcass, a lone figure stood tall—Biyo, axe in hand, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
He raised his weapon high, his voice roaring out across the field in triumph.
"RAAAH!"
Cheers erupted from his side of the camp, soldiers raising their weapons in exhilaration. Shouts of victory echoed as they pointed toward the figure of Biyo, standing tall and unshaken atop the slain giant.
A wave of relief swept through them.
The worst seemed to be over.
Hope surged in their blood.
But not all shared in that relief.
On the other side of the camp, the scene was grim and quiet.
