The Last Blood Mage

Powering up Xander

As the undead giant rampaged closer, crushing the remains of the fallen undead beneath its massive feet, its roar shattered the early morning calm, sending a wave of terror through the monastery grounds. The monks scrambled, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty as they witnessed the sheer destructiveness of the behemoth.

"That thing's going to flatten us into pancake monks if we don't act fast," Erik blurted out, his usual humor replaced by a grim realization of the danger they faced. The monks around him were hastily discussing potential strategies, but the dread in their eyes spoke volumes. None of their plans seemed viable against such a colossal enemy.

Atheria, her gaze fixed on the advancing giant, remembered the titanic efforts required to bring down similar creatures during the Mooncrest war.

"It took almost two battalions of mages to take down one of those during the war," she said, the gravity of their situation sinking in.

"We don't have that kind of firepower here