The battlefield commanded by Tasha was a maelstrom of chaos and triumph. It was the only front where the Darkan forces held a consistent advantage since the conflict's inception.
This sprawling arena was the largest of the war's fronts, teeming with elite warriors from both the Darkan and Silver factions. The air crackled with the energy of clashing powers of the ground forces with the relentless barrage of fire and wind, and above, the sky churned with ominous clouds, their dark masses illuminated by flashes of searing light and the occasional roar of draconic flame.
Tasha stood at the heart of the battlefield, her eyes blazing with determination. Her lithe form gleamed under the flickering light of the storm above. Beside her stood the head of the Red Fang, a grizzled warrior in the seventh star, his weathered face etched with the scars of countless battles.
