It sounded so easy.
Lure Raze Dawg into the dead Ant Queen's corpse and force him to stop. That alone would give the rest of the plan a chance to work.
Knowing the answer was not the same as executing it.
Death Wheel kept coming.
The golden-black rotation tore across the poisoned water with the weight of a siege weapon. Every revolution dragged sparks from the stone floor and threw poisonous spray into the air.
The combined greatsword was no longer just a blade in Raze Dawg's hands. It had become a spinning wall of legendary metal, black-gold aura, and brutal momentum.
No normal shield could stop it, and even the bravest tank could only hope to change its angle before his HP vanished.
The vanguard understood that without anyone needing to say it.
Their formation spread under Martin's orders, but fear moved with them. Shields lifted too early. Boots slid through shallow poison.
