Following in Orion’s footsteps

A sharp whoosh sliced through the air!

A massive wind blade materialized on the city wall, killing a slime molds mutant. Gustalon then pointed out the next target for Dirtclaw.

"Over to the west, near the arrow tower!"

Dirtclaw let loose a wolf's howl, bounding past the crowd and the small scorpions on the city wall, charging straight for the next Alpha-level slime molds mutant.

Wherever they passed, members of the cannon fodder troops raised their shields in front, fending off the fungal creatures scaling the walls as weapons stabbed down from behind the shields.

As the Hellhound bounded nimbly across the wall, Dirtclaw saw that every full-force strike could spell life or death. The harsh reality of war was on full display—unvarnished, brutal, and vividly intense.

Of course, Gustalon and Dirtclaw weren't fighting alone.