The sky darkened as an unnatural wind swept across the northern plains of the Ghost Village. Birds fled from the trees. The air turned electric with danger. Something ancient—something monstrous—was coming.
It began with a low tremor. Then came the thunder. Not from the heavens, but from the ground. Everyone turned toward the gates in fear.
Thud!! Thud!! Thud!!
The rhythmic thuds grew louder until the very ground cracked beneath their weight.
Soldiers of the Ghost Force, once so confident in their training and unity, now trembled at the unnatural sight that crested over the horizon.
Ten Colossus Beings.
Towering at nearly a hundred feet, their forms were twisted monuments of muscle, stone, and bone. They bore no armor, for their skin was tougher than steel. Their faces were emotionless masks, except for their leader.
Gravemind.
