(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
*WHOOOOM—!*
The sound tore across the battlefield like reality itself had been ripped open, a concussive roar that cracked the air and sent shockwaves rippling through armor plates, siege arrays, and exposed stone alike, as Dumpy finally launched himself from the ground, his colossal body exploding upward in a single, overwhelming motion that made the earth recoil beneath him.
For an instant, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then the shadow fell.
Dumpy's immense form rose above the battlefield, blotting out the warped sky as his ascent carried him higher and higher, twin blades clenched in his hands while the sheer displacement of air around his body generated violent pressure waves that staggered soldiers on both sides, Cult and Righteous alike, men bracing instinctively as if a natural disaster had decided to pass directly overhead.
On the execution livestreams, the image struggled to keep up.
Cameras jittered.
Focus lagged.
