They moved like they were having the time of their lives, disappearing in flashes only to reappear behind or above beasts striking with blades or hammers or even bare hands carrying enough power to leave permanent marks on the landscape.
Gigantic ditches crisscrossed now; some so deep they looked like scars cut into the desert by invisible blades
Golden sand trickled back slowly but never fast enough to erase damage before another attack landed.
The air thickened with dust, mingling with the sharp scent of spilled venom and blood as the five suns blazed overhead, casting a shimmering, distorted light over the chaotic scene, like a mirage turned real and violent.
Isis stole a glance at the ten colossal beasts that had just appeared, his eyes briefly scanning their massive forms before returning to admire the vast desert landscape, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding turmoil.
