There was an ocean of darkness flowing through the broken wall into the sea of slaves who rushed into it with fervent expressions, but just like all those already suffering inside, they were forced to halt a few steps in before being dragged into the dark depths.
The sight of their brethren being engulfed by the darkness forced some clarity into the ruthless creature, making them halt in their steps as orders from the high command rang through their ranks.
The soldiers who stood ready to tackle the enemies rushing at them were left speechless at the sight of their enemy being engulfed by darkness and seemingly erased from existence.
As everyone was still reeling from the shock, the entrance was suddenly ripped apart by a colossal spike of jagged earth that shot forward with terrifying force.
The spike, covered in sharp, gleaming crystals and laced with cracks of molten lava, tore through the air with a rumble that shook the ground. It cleaved through the sea of darkness, splitting it in two as it surged ahead, leaving a scorched and shattered path in its wake.
The earth spike halted for a brief moment, its surface quivering as deep cracks began to form along its length, pulsing with an ominous, glowing darkness.
In the next instant, it exploded in a deafening burst, sending shards of earth and fragments of lava flying in all directions, followed closely by the shockwave that rippled through the darkness, creating a small clearing in the dark expanse.
The surrounding darkness began to dissipate, gradually revealing the now-empty space where thousands of Skaven had once been, but now no trace of them remained.
At the center of the clearing stood Alex, his pupilless dark eyes glowing like two ominous beacons, meeting the crimson gaze of a towering creature standing at the entrance of the decimated wall.
The creature stood out like a statue of gold among its kind that rushed into the city, avoiding Alex like the plague, circling him as they charged toward the defense line.
The creature towered nearly four meters tall, its face concealed beneath a goat skull, with massive horns that curved menacingly, highlighting the two of its own.
Its frame was a mass of refined muscle, with pitch-dark fur covering its broad shoulders, powerful arms, back, and the upper parts of its legs, giving it a fearsome and imposing presence.
He wore a gorget to cover his neck and chest, an armor waist leaving the rest exposed, while he wielded two crimson sicles that oozed with the stench of blood and gore, matching its dirty blood-red eyes.
"You sure know how to make a statement, but I would've appreciated it if you'd left some bodies for me," Veritas said, and, as if displeased, the creature raised its hand, and in an instant, an earth spike shot out toward Veritas with blinding speed.
Kalrosh stared at Alex, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear. His massive frame trembled uncontrollably, and he unconsciously began to step back, no longer making any attempt to resist.
Alex took hold of his other horn, now holding the giant by both his horns as he stood atop his torso, and while staring into his wide-open eyes, he began to pull with all his physical strength.
It took only seconds before the sound of cracking bones, snapping muscles, and tearing flesh reverberated through the space.
Kalrosh's massive form buckled, forced onto one knee, its jaw clenched tight in a desperate attempt to stifle the screams of agony welling up inside.
Alex pulled, and the sickening sound of flesh tearing apart filled the air. In a grotesque display of power, the creature's head was violently ripped from its torso.
Alex stood atop the lifeless body, gripping the severed head by its horns, covered in blood from head to toe, as he stared into the ocean of Skavens who had momentarily stopped their advances, roars of displeasure and anger coaching through them, yet no one dares to approach him.
On the other hand, the humans were on cloud nine, if only for a few moments, as they roared in triumph, shouting for Alex to kill more of the Skaven to avenge their city and people.
Alex dropped the Kalrosh's head before unsheathing his blade, his elemental and spiritual aura bursting out, taking a form of its own, like a dark, wailing grim reaper representing his state of emotions.
Alex broke into a sprint, first with measured steps, giving the ratlings time to register that he was coming for them, and they reacted as expected, scattering like a swarm of panicked insects, frantically darting in every direction in a desperate attempt to move away.
There were also those who rushed to the forefront, ready to take him head-on or atleast slow him down for long enough until one of their chiefs took the lead.
Alex broke into their ranks, his form a mere blur, leaving behind a trail of falling bodies by the dozen, sliced into pieces, while with every passing moment, the presence of darkness and chaos grew.
Alex was dishing out every instant cast skill in the arsenal, ranging from elemental pillars, anomalies traps, vortexes, and full blows tornados, all while he cut his way through the ranks of Skaven.
In mere moments, Alex's kill count was far past a thousand, and while he could easily triple that number, he knew better than to lose himself to the bloodlust and have eyes on him from the unwanted people.
Although small on the grand scale, Alex was playing his part, and his summons were also doing the job they were given, giving the inhabitants of the city some peace as they fought their last battle.
The clash of two sides was roaring through the city, big and small battles taking place all over, lives being lost by the hundreds with every passing moment.