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The battlefield had descended into an unrelenting nightmare.

The haze of smoke continued to billow around them, thick and choking, obscuring all but the immediate vicinity.

Gerhardt and the remaining five mages, the sole survivors of what was once a formidable human force, stood shoulder to shoulder, their magical barriers flickering weakly with each desperate chant.

Fear gnawed at their hearts, their minds racing for answers against the onslaught they faced.

Then, the sound came again—whoosh!—sharp, piercing through the dull roar of the battlefield.

Another Orc was launched through the murky air, its body spinning like a ragdoll as it hurtled toward the cluster of mages.

The creature's eyes were wide with panic, its arms flailing uselessly. Yet, as it came into focus, its fear gave way to rage, and it raised its crude weapon mid-flight, targeting the nearest mage.

"Here it comes again!" one of the mages screamed, their voice breaking in terror.

The Orc crashed into the magical barrier with a deafening BOOM!, its jagged axe striking the glowing wall.

The impact reverberated through the mages' defenses, sending shockwaves that forced them to stumble backward.

Before they could recover, the sound returned—whoosh, whoosh!—this time in rapid succession.

Two more Orcs emerged from the smoky veil, their feral snarls filling the air as they careened toward the group.

They struck the barrier almost simultaneously, their weapons slamming against the protective dome with bone-jarring force.

"Focus! Focus the barrier!" Gerhardt shouted, his voice hoarse from exertion.

But even as they poured their remaining strength into the shield, another sound erupted—a guttural roar that grew louder and more menacing with each passing second.

Out of the haze, an Ogre appeared, its massive body hurtling through the air like a boulder fired from a siege engine.

The ground trembled as the creature landed just short of the barrier, its weight sending a shockwave through the earth.

The beast staggered for a moment, its confusion evident, but then its glowing eyes locked onto the mages.

With a roar that shook the battlefield, it charged forward, swinging a tree-trunk-sized club.

The barrier flickered dangerously as the club struck, its light dimming under the sheer force of the blow.

Gerhardt gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face.

"This can't hold much longer!" a younger mage cried out, their voice laced with panic.

Another whoosh cut through the air.

This time, four Orcs flew toward them, their bodies twisting unnaturally as they soared.

The group barely had time to react before the creatures crashed into the barrier from different angles, their weapons smashing against the weakened shield.

Cracks spread across the magical dome like fractured glass.

Gerhardt's eyes darted frantically, searching for a solution. "Hold it together! Just a little longer!" he barked.

But the assault didn't let up.

From the smoke came another Ogre, larger and more terrifying than the last.

It slammed into the ground with such force that the earth split beneath its feet.

Without hesitation, the beast lunged forward, ramming into the barrier with its immense shoulders.

The shield shattered.

The explosion of magical energy knocked Gerhardt and the mages to the ground, their protective spells disintegrating under the Ogre's relentless assault.

"Regroup!" Gerhardt shouted, scrambling to his feet. But even as he spoke, the sound of another tackle—deeper, heavier—echoed through the battlefield.

The smoke churned violently as a hulking shadow emerged.

It was another Ogre, its grotesque frame towering over the remnants of the human force.

Its charge was slower, deliberate, but the sheer weight of its movements made the ground quake with every step.

"Brace yourselves!" Gerhardt yelled, raising his staff.

The Ogre plowed into the group, its massive arms outstretched.

The impact sent two mages flying, their bodies colliding with broken wagons and debris.

One screamed in agony as their arm bent at an unnatural angle; the other lay motionless, their head slumped to the side.

The remaining mages scrambled to their feet, their faces pale with terror.

And then it happened again. Your journey continues with empire

Out of the smoke came another tackle.

This time, it was faster, more brutal, as an Ogre twice the size of the previous one barreled into the group.

The beast's roar drowned out the mages' cries as it slammed into them with devastating force.

Gerhardt was thrown backward, his body skidding across the dirt. His vision blurred as pain wracked his body, but he forced himself to stand, his staff trembling in his grasp.

"They're toying with us," he whispered, horror dawning on his face.

The cycle repeated. Orcs were hurled like projectiles, followed by Ogres, their tackles becoming more destructive with each wave.

The longer it went on, the more devastating the attacks became.

Each tackle was a calculated blow, targeting their dwindling numbers with ruthless precision.

The ground was littered with debris and bodies, the air thick with smoke and the stench of blood.

Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed over the battlefield. It was another Ogre, larger and more terrifying than anything they'd faced.

The beast roared, its deep voice reverberating through the chaos, and then it charged.

Gerhardt barely had time to react before the colossal creature tackled him directly, its immense weight crushing his magical shield like paper.

Pain exploded through his chest as he was thrown backward, colliding with a jagged rock.

Coughing up blood, he looked up at the towering figure, his vision swimming. "This… this can't be how it ends," he muttered, his voice weak.

But the Ogre wasn't done. It raised its massive fists, ready to deliver the killing blow.

The battlefield was an unrelenting storm of chaos, and Gerhardt, along with the five remaining mages, was barely holding on.

Their once-pristine robes were scorched and torn, their faces marked with exhaustion and desperation.

The relentless assault from the Orcs and Ogres had pushed them to their limits, and yet, something more sinister was beginning to unfold.

The Ogre that had been tackling them with devastating force appeared once again.

Emerging from the thick smoke, its monstrous frame loomed larger than life. Its skin was dark green, mottled with scars and streaks of glowing veins that pulsed with an eerie light.

The beast bellowed, its guttural roar sending shivers through even the most stalwart of the mages.

"There it is again!" one of the younger mages cried, their voice trembling. "It's the same one! That Ogre—it's not like the others!"

Gerhardt's sharp eyes narrowed as he studied the beast. His mind, despite the turmoil, was sharp enough to piece together the pattern.

"That's it…" he muttered under his breath, clutching his staff tightly. "It's only one! The others… they're distractions!"

The realization spread through the group like wildfire.

"They've been using the other Ogres to bait us, to keep us occupied," another mage said, his voice edged with both fear and understanding.

"Then let's deal with it!" Gerhardt snapped, his commanding voice cutting through the din. "Prepare yourselves! Channel everything into stopping this one. No more distractions!"

The mages nodded, their resolve hardening.

Together, they began chanting in unison, weaving a complex spell designed to trap and neutralize the relentless Ogre. Their combined magic formed a glowing net of ethereal chains, shimmering in hues of blue and gold. The air around them crackled with energy as the spell grew in strength.

But before they could unleash their counterattack, a sound erupted from the smoke—a deep, resonant voice that carried a chilling power.

"Nuclear…"

The word cut through the chaos like a blade. It was spoken with such authority, such venom, that the mages froze momentarily.

"What… what was that?" one mage stammered, his hands trembling.

Gerhardt's eyes darted frantically across the battlefield, searching for the source.

The smoke churned violently, obscuring everything beyond a few feet.

Then came the second word, louder, more menacing:

"Devastation…"

The voice reverberated across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The mages' spells faltered as a sense of dread crept into their hearts.

"Stay focused!" Gerhardt barked, though

his own voice betrayed his unease.

And then, the final word thundered through the battlefield, echoing like the roar of an ancient beast:

"SPOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!"