Energy-infused arrows the size of a man rained down from above and hammered the rebellion.
Growls were met with an even more berserk growl.
Saliva, sweat, and blood sprayed upward—like the squirt of a fountain, disintegrated by the hot air that was charged by mana or fell back down to the earth, wetting the battlefield underneath their feet. It was a free-for-all.
Both sides clashed in anarchy.
Lives, the greatest gift from nature, that should be preserved, were rendered meaningless.
The hands of death reach every corner, plucking multiple souls in each intense second.
Brilliant casting of the spells lights up the entire battlefield under the moonlight—dying multiple colors to the dark gore. Battle cries, whimpers of pain, and screams of sorrow were the only sounds that seized the moment.
A magnificent energy rose from the ground through a War Spell for one side.
It helps enhance the bodies through the moonlight and devouring the essence of life from blood.
