A Few Moments Earlier
Dean hurtled forward, his hammer raised above his head ready to swing. Every swing was with purpose. The ground trembled beneath his boots as he charged toward the altar. Cultist after cultist rushed to intercept him, dozens coming from the shadows with hunger for blood in their eyes.
Clang!!!!
Clang!!!!
He swung his warhammer in wide arcs, the stone faced head ablaze with earthen energy. Each strike sent shockwaves across the floor,
Boom!!!
The ground beneath one of the cultist's shattered by the force of Dean's blow.
Crack!!!!
Another's skull split open, brains splattering against the altar's side.
The battle lines blurred as Dean fought through the wave of hatred and dark ritual. Spells flew towards him bolts of black lightning, shards of bone laced ice, torrents of blood tinted fire. But he waded through them without hesitation. He was indomitable.
