First Hostile Encounter (4)

The Erendus' hooves pounded the earth in a rhythmic cadence, their sound as steady as a metronome.

The beasts' hooves slammed into the earth, each impact like the crack of a whip.

Their rhythm was a relentless assault, a cacophony of chaos that shattered the stillness of the air.

There was no hesitation or uncertainty in their path, for they were like armored juggernauts, forging ahead with unshakeable determination.

The sound was not music, but a dissonant symphony of terror that reverberated through the ground, as if the earth itself was screaming in agony.

It was so intense that it felt like the earth itself was going to part under their weight.

The non-ranged fighters gripped the controls of the machine guns, laser turrets, and rocket launchers mounted on their vehicles, their knuckles white.

"Mana ranged fighters, now!" As Erik's command echoed across the battlefield, chaos erupted.