On a battlefield shrouded in smoke and blood, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire world a dark red. Fierce winds howled, kicking up dust and torn flags, emitting a mournful wail, as if the land was weeping for this brutal battle.
All around were countless dark creatures controlled by the white-robed figures. They varied in form, some resembling giant bats, their wings covered in sharp spikes; others twisted into humanoid shapes, their limbs slender and sharp as blades; yet others like massive lizards, covered in thick scales, exuding a nauseating odor. Under the command of the white-robed figures, these dark creatures attacked people frantically, each strike carrying immense force, threatening to tear everything before them to shreds.
