WHOOSH
The animated corpses moved as one, dozens of massive forms blurring into motion.
Giant commanders who'd led armies, who'd conquered worlds, who'd earned their rank through centuries of war.
Now nothing but puppets dancing on strings of despair.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
Hammers and fists descended in a rhythm that shook the void-ground, each impact landing with force that would have shattered mountains.
Krazgor's massive frame was driven into the pitch-black surface, his armor cracking under blows from warriors who'd once called him Chief.
Blood sprayed with each strike, painting the void-ground crimson.
The giant army stood frozen beyond the Domain's boundary, weapons gripped in trembling hands, watching their leader being beaten to death by his own commanders.
"CHIEF!"
The scream tore from a younger warrior's throat, raw and helpless.
But nobody moved, nobody charged and nobody dared cross that open boundary.
