A few of the warriors lost their will to fight as they realized the hopelessness of their situation. They knew that even a single Minotaur was powerful enough to challenge their chief directly, and now, dozens were charging toward them. The sight of the largest Minotaur towering over the others with a menacing aura left them trembling in fear. Its sheer size and presence seemed insurmountable.
Despair quickly spread among the tribe members.
"We're finished! The Toda Tribe's end has come!"
"We're all going to die!"
Wails of desperation rang around the village as the Minotaurs hammered their way forward, their monstrous bodies looming ever bigger in the minds of the panic-stricken fighters.
Apollo kept his cool as he watched the biggest Minotaur with increasing fascination. This one was actually different, much more powerful than the rest. Its body was vastly more muscular, a living testament to brute power.
