The Battle Begins

The battlefield stretched for miles, an expansive storm of life and death—a chaotic surge of clashing powers and blood-soaked earth.

The ground shook with every thunderous step, as the natives of Iohodis clashed with the invading Infernal Devils and their mounts, while the Vanguards of Triffid tore through their ranks, aiming to make them a part of Triffid's ever-growing forest.

The air was thick with the stench of sulphur, the crackling of magic, and the screams of the dying.

Thousands of infernal beasts charged the lines of the Spirits, lashing out with fiery breaths that scorched the earth.

Above, in the smoky sky, blazes of elemental energy streaked past like meteor storms, colliding with infernal flames and shattering in bursts of sparks.

The skies trembled with the clash of power as cultivators, glowing with auras of every hue, darted through the skies like shooting stars.