The sky darkened as an ominous mist rolled across the battlefield.
We couldn't use hot weapons, mechas, or even shift into our wolf forms here. There's a barrier that prohibits us from doing anything.
Rohzivaan and Richmond stood back-to-back, surrounded by grotesque figures, half-decayed creatures with hollow eyes and jagged teeth, their twisted forms writhing in unnatural motion.
Among them, demonic beings loomed, their eerie grins revealing razor-sharp fangs, dark energy swirling around their limbs like living shadows. The air was thick with the stench of death and rot, and the ground beneath them was soaked in blackened blood.