The End of the Minotaur!

On the chaotic battlefield where mercenaries clashed with the undead, distinct groups had dispersed into their own desperate skirmishes.

The Amazonian sisters, both renowned as supreme martial masters, faced a formidable adversary, a beast on the cusp of transcending even their extraordinary skills. The disparity was to great to cover, akin to the difference between an average person and a seasoned super heavyweight boxer; both in physical prowess and combat technique, the difference was immense and not easily bridged.

Oliba, in a decisive move, scooped up her injured sister and they hastened towards the outer edges of the Undead Mountains, their retreat quick and determined.

As they disappeared into the distance, Basaka glanced uneasily in the opposite direction, where an ancient lich, a majestic white eagle, and a fierce Wolf were locked in combat. A sudden, unnerving aura permeated the air, chilling even to such a formidable creature as Basaka.