In the realm of Tiamat, a jagged rift tore through the air like a fracture in the very fabric of reality. The fracture splintered, its edges trembling with energy, before bursting apart in a vertical line, its crimson colors churning with increasing intensity as it expanded to reveal a swirling gateway.
Leor and his companions emerged from the rift in a synchronized movement, their boots striking the ground in perfect unison. As they stepped forth, their auras flared brightly, illuminating the surrounding landscape and casting long, ominous shadows on the ground.
What they saw was a war already in motion.
Leor stood tall, his aura blazing with intensity, as he beheld the sky which had now turned blood-red. Griffins, harpies, and wyverns swooped and dived through the air, battling with the demons and human warriors trying to stop them.