Hunger

Clank Clank

"Graaaahhh!!!" Amon roared, his voice a guttural echo of fury and defiance. His right hand, grotesquely reshaped into a gleaming, blood-streaked cleaver, slashed through the air with deadly precision, shoving one of his attackers backward. Yet even before the foe hit the ground, Amon's sharp senses flared—another adversary was closing in fast from behind.

"Die already, you monster!" bellowed one of the twenty generals, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. His hands gripped an epic, rune-etched weapon, raised high to strike a blow intended to cleave Amon in two with a single swing.