The air reeked of blood and charred flesh, a nauseating miasma that clung to the battlefield like a shroud. Leor and his companions descended upon Xal’dar’s forces with unrelenting ferocity, their weapons gleaming with celestial and demon energy. Leor’s eyes burned fiercely, twin beacons of crimson fury in the dimly lit landscape, as he carved through the horde with a savage grace that left no doubt of his power.
Xal’dar’s creatures were a nightmare given form—obsidian-skinned monstrosities with rune-etched claws that glinted like shards of broken glass. Their eyes burned with chaotic energy, their movements a blur of supernatural speed that shattered the ground beneath their feet, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth.
“Bring it on,” Leor muttered, his voice low and deadly, a promise of carnage.