The elite forces of Exilion tightened their grips on their weapons as they beheld the monstrous creatures before them. These were not enemies they had trained for.
Each abomination stood over four meters tall, with bulging, muscular bodies that looked strong enough to rip through buildings as if they were made of parchment. Their forms were encased in a blend of volcanic stone and divine metal, forming a natural armor with no visible weak points.
Even their claws gleamed with a terrifying sharpness, sharper than the finest Sage-tier blades. The aura they emitted was not just oppressive—it was suffocating, an overwhelming presence of destruction and consumption.
