The boundaries between the human realm and the demonic world had finally been crossed.
For the first time in centuries, the walls separating civilisation from the abyss trembled under the echo of unprecedented devastation. The elves had fallen, and with them, the ground, blackened by ash and dried blood, shook to the beat of demonic horns that resounded like an omen of extinction. In the distance, the ancient watchtowers burned one after another, projecting a violent energy that darkened the morning sky.
The kingdom's trumpets responded desperately from the capital, announcing the imminent arrival of the enemy. However, beyond the screams and confusion, a deathly silence spread across the front. An entire army waited calmly, watching as shadows moved through the mist, foreshadowing the imminent clash.
