BOOOOM!
GRAAAOOOAR!
The Nighthral rampaged like a storm let loose from the abyss, colliding with waves of elven warriors from every direction.
Its monstrous body twisted with chaotic might—biting, swiping, slamming its whip-like tail in wide arcs that splintered trees and sent bodies flying.
But the elves were not disorganized. They moved with the sharp coordination of seasoned tacticians.
Ranged units launched volleys of enchanted arrows and elemental projectiles from elevated ridges and magical platforms.
Melee fighters, clad in rune-inscribed armor, formed rotating phalanxes that danced in and out of the monster's reach—some striking, others intercepting.
Meanwhile, those wielding control magic summoned thorned roots and thornvines from the forest floor, tangling around the Nighthral's massive limbs to slow its movements. Buffs and aura-enhancing chants flowed like a battle hymn from the rear guard, strengthening the frontline to endure the impossible.
