Killing The Skull

The eldritch moon above cast its fractured, spiraling glow upon the battlefield, bathing the Landship and its surrounding chaos in a spectral light. 

The tide of skeletal monsters, relentless as it was, showed no signs of abating. Every slash of a blade, every explosive arcane blast, and every molten wave of Verina's Furnace only seemed to fuel their grotesque numbers.

Not to mention, with the newest integration of the defensive turrets and the drones dancing along the chaos that were unveiling before me, the sight had reached an intensity that was far more massive and high-paced than any skirmish that one could ever conceive.

All of this happens only in the small scale of land that didn't even cover the entire region of this part of the world.