Whenever he felt fatigue creeping in, when the hellfire within him began to flicker, he just had to devour an enemy, and new strength and fresh flames would bloom inside him.
At this rate, Dirtclaw thought, his chest swelling with power, I could probably take on a Legendary-level champion and win.
But just then, a meteor shower of phantom scythes rained down from the heavens. The enemy forces charging the undead tower were instantly and utterly annihilated, their bodies vaporized into steam and ash.
A chill of pure terror shot down Dirtclaw's spine. He realized with sickening certainty that he wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single one of those phantom blades. His newfound ego evaporated in an instant.
He swallowed hard, trying to force down the sudden wave of fear. Just then, Orion's familiar voice boomed across the battlefield.
"The broodmother has fled! Their will is broken! New objective: destroy the enemy Nest!"
