Gulag lay on the ground.
The massive, seemingly indestructible Vanguard brawler was slumped awkwardly on her hands and knees at the edge of the crater. Her heavy iron mace lay snapped entirely in half a few meters away.
She coughed violently, spitting a thick puddle of crimson onto the splintered wood as she stubbornly struggled to push her battered frame back up.
Standing directly over her was Ghizlan.
The Conqueror looked completely unbothered by the destruction around him. His dark tunic was soaked in fresh blood, though the horrific, crushing wounds covering Gulag's armor made it entirely clear whose blood it actually was.
He reached down and grabbed the Vanguard brawler by the back of her thick neck, effortlessly lifting her heavy, armored body off the ground with a single hand to showcase his monstrous physical strength.
