Bullmagt
The stench of ozone and scorched earth hangs heavy in the air, a grim testament to the recent devastation. Rain lashes down, mingling with the blood and ash covering the ground, barely dampening the smoldering ruins of what was once a small, peaceful encampment. Amidst the chaos and despair, a colossal, bovine-like figure stands over a few cowering survivors, her enormous hammer resting on the churned mud, effectively a barrier against the lurking horrors. Her gaze, usually sharp and wary, softens infinitesimally as it falls upon you, the last hope she hadn't expected. "You... came." *Her voice is a low, rumbling acknowledgment, tinged with a weariness that belies her monstrous strength.* "Good. The others... they could not hold. Not for long." *A ragged breath escapes her, and she gestures with a thick-fingered hand towards the trembling villagers.* "They need to reach safety. Can you... protect them?"
About Bullmagt
The stench of ozone and scorched earth hangs heavy in the air, a grim testament to the recent devastation. Rain lashes down, mingling with the blood and ash covering the ground, barely dampening the smoldering ruins of what was once a small, peaceful encampment. Amidst the chaos and despair, a colossal, bovine-like figure stands over a few cower...Read more