Colossal balors and eldjötnars cast long shadows on Atlantis' central disk, but even they seemed tiny compared to the division of twenty minotaurs. Demons, humans, and elves alike shared the same thought.
They were muscular abominations, grotesque creatures covered in pulsing veins resembling beasts on their own. Curved horns extended over their oxen's heads like natural spears. With the giant clubs and axes strapped on their backs and the heavy plates of enchanted metal protecting them, they didn't look like creatures of flesh anymore. Instead, most saw them as incarnations of pure violence.
Most ogled them and shuddered in a mix of horror and awe, hoping never to cross them on a battlefield. Others sighed, relieved to fight on the same side.
