“So you’re the leader,” Bartholomew said. Malaxus’ zeal had come back to bite him, as he was now the focus of Bartholomew’s rage.

“Argh!” The ferocious Bronze Giant tossed Ariane violently aside like a ragdoll and stomped toward the Dwarves. Several other giants followed closely behind him.

In terms of numbers, Malaxus and his troops had the upper hand, but the Noble’s troops had the labyrinth’s amplification buffs supporting them. The Dwarves and the Nightmares were easily defeated by the sheer might of the Giants on their home turf.

“S-stop him!” The Dwarves tried their best to block Bartholomew’s path, but they weren’t even able to buy another second of time, as they were effortlessly crushed to pieces.

“This… this has all gone wrong.” Ariane groaned from the corner as she spat out blood. “Hecarim is in their hands as well…”

The huge spear in Bartholomew’s hand looked familiar. If her guess was correct, the spear was Hecarim itself, which had initially been used by the other labyrinth masters to lure the enemy’s main forces outside of their labyrinth. It seemed as though it had fallen at the hands of the wretched Bronze Giant.

“Looks like my time is up. Guess I was too greedy,” Malaxus lamented...