The battlefield was a chaotic blend of flashing steel, monstrous roars, and the crackling energy of magic. Snowflakes drifted through the air, an eerie contrast to the carnage below.
The ground, once covered in pristine white, was now a mix of trampled slush and crimson stains. Amid the chaos, Kael stood firm, his breath misting in the cold air as he locked eyes with the monstrous Byk.
The beast let out a guttural roar, steam billowing from its nostrils as it scraped the ground with its claws. It was massive, its dark, armored hide absorbing the moonlight, giving it an almost spectral presence. Its yellow eyes burned with madness, a product of the corruption tainting the air.
Kael could feel it—the twisted mana lingering in the atmosphere, poisoning the creatures of the land.
Beyond him, his knights battled against smaller, frenzied monsters—grotesque creatures that had once been majestic wolves and bears but were now disfigured with protruding bones and bloodshot eyes.
