The battlefield trembled as the colossal skeletal warriors emerged from the depths, their hollow eyes glowing with an ominous light. Their sheer size and power dwarfed the previous undead, each one radiating an aura of death strong enough to cause the air itself to distort.
The Golden Knight reacted first. With a mighty leap, he soared toward the nearest skeletal behemoth, his greatsword glowing with divine energy. He slashed down with a force that split the air, carving a golden arc through the monster's chest. The undead titan staggered, but instead of falling, its body reassembled almost instantly.
"Regeneration?" Roselia muttered, narrowing her eyes. "That's going to be a pain."
Meanwhile, the Blood Mage raised his hands, crimson tendrils surging forth to ensnare another giant. The blood coiled around its bones, seeping into the cracks, trying to corrode it from the inside. But the skeletal warrior resisted, its very existence fortified by the Death Lich's overwhelming power.
