The battlefield was a living nightmare.
The skies bled. The ground wept. The air itself screamed as the forces of Hell and the Outer Gods clashed in absolute chaos.
The Demonic Tide
The first wave of Hell's army charged like a tidal wave of blood and fire. Countless demons surged forward, their claws and weapons gleaming in the twisted light of the burning sky. Their roars shook the air as they collided with the grotesque horrors of the Outer Gods.
A hulking demon general, Zagan, led the charge. His body was covered in jagged, rusted armor, and in his massive hands, he wielded a pair of serrated cleavers, each one dripping with cursed energy.
Before him stood a horror unlike any demon had seen.
A colossal Outer creature, its body an ever-shifting mass of writhing tendrils, The Maw of Unmaking. Dozens of grotesque mouths covered its body, each one whispering in different voices—some pleading, some laughing, some weeping in agony.