Marcus devised a secret plan to capture Veliska, the demonic matriarch. He handpicked a team of skilled warriors, tasking them with infiltrating the demonic stronghold.
Under the cover of night, the human team snuck past demonic sentries, reaching Veliska's chambers undetected. They overpowered her guards and dragged her away, her screams echoing through the stronghold.
"Let me go!" Veliska struggled, her demonic powers faltering against the humans' enchanted restraints.
Marcus's team tortured Veliska, reveling in her agony. They whipped her, her skin lashed open, and broke her bones, her screams echoing through the dark dungeon.
"No mercy!" Marcus ordered, his eyes cold.
Veliska's torment continued for days. Her screams grew hoarse, her body battered beyond recognition.
Finally, Marcus ended her suffering with a cruel blow, striking her head from her shoulders.
"Die, demon!" he spat.
Veliska's lifeless body slumped, her head rolling across the stone floor.
Val, Jasper, and Warcry discovered their mother's lifeless body, mutilated beyond recognition.
"Mother!" Val screamed, his voice shattering the stronghold's silence.
Jasper's eyes blazed with fury. "We'll find those responsible. We'll make them pay."
Warcry's face contorted in anguish. "We'll take revenge from the murderers. Every human will suffer."
Viraskas's wrath was boundless. He stormed the battlefield, sword in hand, cutting down humans with reckless abandon.
"You will pay for my wife's life!" he roared.
The war intensified, brutality mounting on both sides.
Demons slaughtered humans by the thousands, their cries echoing across the battle-scarred landscape.
Humans used their bows to kill out demonic troops.
As the war entered its third year, the world teetered on the brink of collapse.
Val, Jasper, and Warcry led the demonic charge, fueled by vengeance and hatred.
Marcus's strategy began to unravel as his commanders fell to demonic hands.
The war spread across the continent, cities reduced to rubble, landscapes scorched and blackened.
Viraskas's rage only grew, his sword slicing through human fleshes.