POV A defender:
Gogosniffer's heart pounded wildly as he sprinted through the pitch-black cave, the deafening echoes of battle still ringing in his ears. "The monster has grown stronger again," he muttered, the terrifying displays of power he had just witnessed flashing before his eyes.
Moments ago, he had seen an entire galaxy form above his head; the image was breathtaking and far beyond anything he had ever imagined. But the awe was short-lived as the galaxy vanished as suddenly as it appeared, replaced by the terrifying beam of dragon breath that struck down the hero.
"Focus on the battle, Gogosniffer!" A commanding voice jolted him back to the chaos.
All around him, the battle surged, dwarven formations being relentlessly pushed back down the dark tunnels by the tall, armored, horned figures. These monsters methodically cut through every defense, their progress unstoppable.
Bolts and arrows whizzed through the air, striking the armored invaders but sliding off their dark armor, accompanied by blinding pulses of light.
"Hold! We can't allow them to enter the city!" The officer's desperate command echoed, and the dwarven formations steeled themselves, their massive shields forming a metal wall in the tunnel.
Suddenly, the darkness was punctuated by flashes of red light, countless beams erupting from the tips of the monsters' halberds. The defensive lines crumbled, the beams slicing through multiple ranks at once. Smoldering, burning corpses fell to the ground, the smell of burned meat filling the air.
"Fuck!" Gogosniffer wanted to scream in frustration as he glanced at his enchanted axe, a weapon he had once been proud of. Now, it felt like a relic from a museum, useless against the modern magitech weapons the dragons wielded.
'Ancient piece of crap!' he thought bitterly. They had had decades, yet they had squandered their time, failing to keep pace with the dragons' advancements. They witnessed what the monsters were doing decades ago but still didn't act accordingly.
Despair washed over him. 'We have created a monster,' he thought, the reality sinking in. The dragon and his forces were unstoppable by any mortal force he knew. Even if all of Earth and Lorenia united, it would be futile.
Ding!
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Attack now! Do it!
"You know the orders. Kill the king, slaughter and destroy the temple, and most importantly, secure the treasury until the rest of the army arrives," Johan commanded, his voice echoing with authority.
POV The dwarven King:
"Sir, they are coming!"
A resounding bang echoed between the stone walls as the entrance gate shook violently. The dwarf king, Thrain Ironbeard, heaved himself off his throne, his massive belly bouncing against his armor plate. Panic gripped his heart, but he forced it down, gripping his war axe with trembling hands.
'It's over, it's so over,' he thought, his mind racing as he joined the ranks of his royal guards.
"We will die with honor!" he yelled, trying to instill courage in his men. Though he had failed his ancestors by allowing the Dragon Mountains to fall, he would not shame them further by groveling before the invaders.
The doors shuddered once more, then collapsed inward, crashing onto the stone floor with a deafening thud.
Tall, armored figures filled the doorway, their halberds raised menacingly. Their eyes glowed with a sinister light behind the visors of their horned helmets. At the forefront, a figure cloaked in darkness growled in an inhuman, cold voice.
"Execute them."
Light flashed from the tips of the halberds.
Burning pain erupted in the king's chest. He looked down to see a massive hole torn straight through his armor and body. His eyes widened in shock, his vision quickly darkening.
'No...' he thought weakly, but his legs gave way, and he crumpled to the ground.
The crimson lights flashed again, searing through his guards. Screams of agony filled the air as they too fell one by one, their bodies smoldering where the beams had struck.
Thrain Ironbeard's vision dimmed further, the world around him fading to black.