The realm of Tinith, a world of towering peaks and colossal trees, shuddered under the brutal weight of war. The air hung thick and heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of burning flesh. Rain lashed down from the bruised sky, slicing through the air like a thousand knives, while the wind shrieked across the jagged mountain ranges, its mournful cries weaving through the ancient boughs of the highlands. The tempest raged, its fury intensifying as battle erupted within the rain-lashed landscapes, all trembling beneath the storm's relentless onslaught.
Beneath the stormy sky, the battle for Tinith raged on—a cacophony of thunderous roars and the clang of steel against obsidian. The realm trembled under the clash between the Tinithians and Xal’dar's forces, their colossal forms colliding and unleashing a maelstrom of magic, fury, and searing flame.