Carnage and devastation reigned as demons, abominations, and soldiers alike engaged in ruthless bloodshed.
Agonized screams pierced the air while warriors fell in droves, the clash of steel resounding across the battlefield like a mournful dirge.
Elemental spells rained from above, unleashing ruin upon the scarred earth.
Tremors split the ground as earthquakes roared, toppling mountains as though they were mere sandcastles.
Even the once-stable floating isles surrendered to gravity's call, plummeting toward the chaos below.
Blood did not clot, it pooled unnaturally, drawn together by the vampires' sinister source of power. From above, weapons forged of arcane and mechanical constructs rained down with deadly precision.
Fangs elongated, gleaming like ivory blades, as the vampires sank them into the necks of their demonic prey, drinking deeply and shamelessly.
Their enemies' blood was not merely a trophy, it was fuel.
A source of strength, a wellspring of vitality.
