The rumble of battle echoed throughout the valley, an echo of destruction that shook the very foundations of the earth. Each blow shook the ground, causing cracks to spread like open scars, swallowing the bodies of the fallen without distinction.
High above, the sky darkened with dense clouds, laden with storms and the omen of an uncertain destiny. The air vibrated with the weight of unleashed magic, a whirlwind of opposing energies that dyed the horizon with a fluctuating glow between fire and shadow.
The battle between the members of Purgatory and the dragons was not only a clash of strength but a clash of wills, a war between corruption and purity, between unbridled ambition and ancestral supremacy.