As for the battle between the undead Royalty Stonewall and the Inferno Horn Behemoth, the Inferno Horn Behemoth had long since been slain.
With the Black Ember Blade in its grasp, no beast stood a chance. The blade was simply too sharp for fur or hide to withstand.
Each swing carved through flesh and bone as though they were nothing more than parchment before a razor.
The Behemoth had lost one of its massive horns, and a deep gash split open its head and belly.
The wounds were gruesome and merciless. At the center of a vast crater lay a dark, glistening pool of blood.
That blood belonged to the Inferno Horn Behemoth.
With both colossal beasts defeated, Thoren did not relax or allow complacency to take root. Victory on a battlefield such as this was never final. He immediately cast his undead skills.
[Undead Summoning.]
[Bone Manipulation.]
Instantly, thick necromantic energy surged into the corpses of the War Tide Lion and the Inferno Horn Behemoth.
