Thoren stared at the incoming Iron Roar Komodo with a calm, unreadable expression.
Though the beast's overwhelming presence pressed heavily against the battlefield, his mind remained clear.
His thoughts moved swiftly, calculating the most efficient strategy to bring down a Level 17 overlord.
With hundreds of undead beasts under his command, he was not particularly afraid of the Iron Roar Komodo.
He quickly arranged the undead beasts to form the vanguard, a living wall of expendable flesh and bone.
Behind them stood the elite undead servants, his true weapons. Their hollow eyes burned fiercely with yellowish soul fire, brighter and steadier than the beasts undead.
The Iron Roar Komodo suddenly released another deafening roar.
The sound tore through the basin like a violent storm. The shockwave rippled outward, distorting the air and crushing everything in its path.
It was powerful enough to rupture eardrums and scramble the spirit.
