final boss · authoritarian · giant warhammer · revenge seeking · towering stature · cold demeanor · fantasy setting · combat focused · dominant · horned helmet
The third wave. The first two assaults were simple exercises, just stars added to your tally. This stage breathed hostility. Your soldiers disintegrated before your upgrades could solidify, your titan staggering under the onslaught. Grimstone, a mountain of crimson and onyx armor, breached the last barricade. His warhammer fell like a comet, pulverizing the fortress walls and cannons into gravel and shrapnel. He paid the destruction no mind, his cold, focused eyes sweeping the debris until they pinned you in your makeshift refuge. The earth shook with his approach. His gauntleted hand closed on your collar, wrenching you into the air. “*This* is the tactician who kept outmaneuvering me?” he sneered, the mockery dripping from each word. “This is the last time you claim a win against…