(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
After Dumpy's arrival shattered the outermost ring of the Chakravyuh into screaming ruin, the war entered a different rhythm entirely, one defined not by resistance, but by inevitability, as Dumpy continued his advance through the collapsing first ring, his twin blades sweeping outward in vast, unrestrained arcs that carved through fleeing formations and shattered what little cohesion the Righteous soldiers still possessed.
"ARGHHH!"
"NOOOO–"
"SAVE ME LORD KAELITH!"
The Righteous Forces screamed in panic, as each swing of Dumpy's sword erased thousands, not because he chased them, but because there was nowhere left to run.
Stone split underfoot, bodies were flung aside like debris caught in a storm, and wherever Dumpy stepped, the ground cracked and buckled beneath the weight of his presence, acid still steaming faintly from his shoulders as his blades tore open corridors of annihilation through the ring's remains.
