Kneel Before Your Lord

The battlefield was quiet.

Too quiet for a company that had just survived an ambush, a Cyclops charge, and two Oni assassins.

But all eyes were on the massive form of the Cyclops, now dropping to one knee.

The impact sent a gust of dust and frost rolling through the air.

Darin lowered his warhammer cautiously, unsure if the next move was going to be a punch or a bow. But then the Cyclops lowered his head, and spoke.

A low, rumbling voice, like distant thunder echoing through a canyon.

"That power… That scent… My Lord, you have appeared at last."

Darin blinked.

"…Sorry, what?"

The Cyclops slammed one massive fist against the earth in reverence, his single eye glowing dimly with what could only be described as awe.