Ingra turns just in time to raise her barrier—but the golem smashes into it, shattering it on impact. She stumbles back, gasping.
Asdri grits his teeth. "Valia! Focus fire on the golem!"
"Already on it!" She hurls a volley of searing holy lances—piercing into the golem's chest, slowing it.
Gorath moves again.
He lifts one foot and slams it down—the earth beneath Asdri drops as if the ground itself is rejecting him. A sinkhole forms, pulling Asdri in.
Asdri reacts instantly—lightning bursts from his boots as he launches upward, flipping over Gorath's shoulder and striking from behind.
The blade sinks in—a shallow wound across the back of the giant's neck.
Gorath roars, spinning with impossible speed. His elbow catches Asdri mid-air and sends him flying, crashing into a broken siege tower.
"You've improved," Gorath says, voice like a landslide. "But not enough."
As Asdri crashes into the wreckage, half-buried in splinters and blood, the sky flashes red.
