Archer stood rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on the chaos unfolding in front of him. The Tyrants, each a towering humanoid of power, tore through the undead army. Their massive fists slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves that shattered zombie limbs and scattered decayed bodies like leaves in a storm.
'Oh wow, their strong,' he mused, a wicked smile crossing his face.
The air filled with the crunch of bone and roars of the Tyrants. Morena's command still echoed in his ears, her voice a chilling contrast to the searing heat of battle. He glanced at the older woman, an expression of excitement crossing her face. 'She's beutiful when she's serious,' he mused.
Just then, Tyrant seized a cluster of zombies, crushing them into a mess before hurling the remains into the advancing horde. Moments later, the undead pressed forward only to be met with a barrage of earth-shaking blows. Archer's heart pounded as the sister's monster radiated raw power, destroying the enemy.
