As Nightmare leaped across the tangled surface of the charred deadfall and landed on the fallen trunk of an enormous tree, easily hundreds of meters across, champions of the Shadow Legion surged forward.
The rushing millipedes cowered as the aura of dread surrounding the black steed washed over them like a cold wave. A split second later, Saint's dark blade fell, slicing the chitin like paper.
Not far behind her, something massive moved, the ground shaking as it did — as if a dark hill was moving across the fallen trees. Then, the towering figure opened its four arms wide and let out a low, terrifying roar that reverberated across the battlefield like the voice of an erupting volcano.
Infernal flames ignited in the depths of the steel giant's maw, and his eyes blazed with fire.
…Fiend had hit a growth spurt in the wake of the war in Godgrave.
