The battlefield spanned miles, a chaotic storm of blood, magic, and clashing powers. The ground quaked beneath the thunder of battle as the natives of Iohodis clashed with the invading Infernal Devils and their wyvern-mounted riders, while the Vanguards of Triffid tore through the natives' ranks, aiming to make them a part of Triffid's ever-growing forest.
The air reeked of sulphur, filled with the crackle of magic and pierced by the screams of the dying.
Thousands of infernal beasts charged the spirit lines, spewing fire that scorched the earth, while above, the skies blazed with elemental energy as cultivators streaked through like shooting stars, their weapons cleaving through devils with various techniques and mystic arts.
Arrows of law energy rained from above, burning craters into the earth, only to be answered by radiant elven arrows that felled wyverns from the sky.
