Several died instantly from the impact alone.
Even Gorn's expression changed completely.
He crossed his axe in front of himself just before the shockwave hit.
Boom!
His body was blasted backward through an entire wooden structure.
The building exploded apart behind him.
Dust filled the battlefield.
Silence followed briefly afterward.
Then slow, heavy footsteps echoed through the destruction.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Dragmar walked out from the settling dust calmly, giant mace resting against his shoulder.
Not a single step looked hurried.
Behind the cracked helmet, the pale-blue glow in his eye flickered quietly.
And for the first time in years…
Gorn felt fear.
Gorn pushed himself out from the collapsed remains of the wooden building, breathing heavily.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
One arm hung slightly lower than the other.
Broken.
Around him, the battlefield had completely changed.
The bandits no longer looked fierce.
They looked terrified.
