The Battle For Wyanar

Smoke, thick and acrid, clawed at the skies in the realm of Wyanar, a suffocating shroud pierced by the sickly violet glow of Xal'dar's rift that bled across the battlefield, illuminating the churned earth and the silhouettes locked in a brutal dance of death. The air thrummed with the guttural roars of Xal'dar's horde, demon reinforcements for the Wyanarians, and the proud lion-like humanoid warriors of Wyanar— their defiant snarls loud and fierce, their fur and armour matted with dust and blood.

The ground shuddered beneath the onslaught of war, as the cacophonous clash of steel on steel, the thunderous roar of warriors, and the ear-piercing shrieks of beasts merged into a symphony of unbridled chaos. Chests were torn asunder, heads severed with brutal efficiency, and blades plunged into entrails with merciless abandon.