Heralds fall

The moment Gale unleashed his power, the entire battlefield shifted. Darkness surged outward like a tidal wave, enveloping the desert in an oppressive shroud. The air grew thick with decay, a stench so potent it made the earth itself shudder.

Black vines, grotesque and pulsating with malevolence, erupted from the ground. They snaked toward Herald, their movements unnervingly alive. The noble demon barely had time to react before the vines coiled around him, tearing through his skin with vicious precision. Blood sprayed in dark rivulets, staining the cracked earth.

Herald let out a guttural scream that pierced the heavy silence. The vines didn't stop—they burrowed deeper, spiraling around his limbs, torso, and neck. Even his eyes weren't spared; a sharp tendril pierced through one with cruel finality.