The ground shook violently as another wave of devil foot soldiers poured through the yawning portal, their clawed feet striking the dirt in a rhythm like war drums beaten by a hundred hands. The sound rolled across the Delta Outpost in a deep, thundering cadence, carrying with it the promise of violence. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and burning flesh, each breath tasting faintly of ash and blood. Ahead of the human lines, guttural roars rose in unison, raw and bestial, drowning out even the clang of swords and the snap of bowstrings.
The first rank hit the barricades with the force of a tidal wave, their momentum splintering thick wooden shields and driving seasoned soldiers back a step, boots skidding in churned mud and blood. Cries of pain and anger mingled in the chaos, steel scraping against armor, and the wet, heavy sounds of blades finding flesh.
