The savanna stretched wide under the open sky, tall grass swaying as the wind passed through the field. Near the edge of the plain stood a massive cave, its entrance dark and deep, like a wound carved into the land itself.
From within that cave, a figure stepped out.
He was short but solid, with a body built like stone. His black hair fell rough and untrimmed around his head, and his arms were thick with muscle. In his hand rested a massive hammer, its surface worn by countless battles, yet still carrying an oppressive weight.
His eyes swept across the open field.
"So," he muttered, his voice low and rough, "someone is looking for me."
Without warning, he lifted the hammer and hurled it forward.
The weapon spun wildly through the air, rotating at terrifying speed before crashing down into the ground ahead. The impact sent dirt and dust flying as several creatures in the grass were crushed instantly, their forms reduced to nothing beneath the force.
