(Weekend Mass Release: 1/5)
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As Dave dispatched the last of the beasts, he caught sight of a new wave of Ignarok emerging from a single direction. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their paws, and the air was filled with the thunderous sound of their collective roar.
The beasts poured in like a dark tide, their numbers swelling with each passing moment. Dave's eyes narrowed as he watched the beasts surge forward, their fiery manes filled with a blur of motion.
"Where are they coming from?" Dave muttered, his voice low and urgent. His hands were slick with a mix of black blood and his own, the metallic scent of it filling his nostrils. Despite his great strength, he couldn't help but sustain some slight injuries.
His knuckles had been bruised and battered, his skin torn and raw from punching all of the beasts with their flame manes. But he pushed on, his endurance allowing him to ignore the pain as he punched and killed the beasts with ruthless efficiency.
