162 The Deathlock

Amidst the torrential rain, deafening thunder, and intensifying mana storm, the Nightwalker descended upon the soldiers with horrifying ferocity.

Its claws tore through flesh and armor alike, rending bodies apart with gruesome ease.

Blood splattered in every direction, mingling with the rain, as the creature unleashed a merciless onslaught upon the soldiers.

The thunderous roars of the blood-soaked creature echoed through the chaos, drowning out the screams. With each swipe, it inflicted unimaginable carnage upon the already battered and weary humans.

The rain poured relentlessly, washing away the fallen soldier's blood as the Nightwalker reveled in the darkness.

It seemed to grow stronger with every strike, fueled by the terror it instilled in the hearts of those who witnessed its ruthless massacre.

The combined forces of rain and thunder created an atmosphere of pure horror.