They called it the Siege Beast of Barkbone, but it looked more like a walking termite mound armored in deadwood and old bones. Its tusks curved like siege pikes, and moss dripped from its armored shell as it pushed toward the southern flank.
From a second-level archway, Raven reloaded his ballista—Duskrunner crouched low beside him, eyes locked forward, silent as instructed.
Two other players manned the oil cauldrons above—mis-timed the first pour. Flames missed. Barkbone didn't flinch. It stepped through the fire.
The wall shuddered. Its tusks slammed into the stone base beneath the tower.
A necromancer stood just below—tagged as [Morivel_Toll]. Cloaked in dark crimson boneweave, he raised a skeletal bulwark in a desperate effort to delay the beast. A dozen summoned horrors surged forward, clawing at Barkbone's limbs.
It didn't matter.
