Crows flew over the head.
The dim sunset cast its last glimmer on the earth.
The earth, like a bloody canvas wantonly smeared by demons.
The last sunlight descended.
The sky was shrouded with heavy gloom.
The originally azure dome was now filled with smoke and blood qi, its chaotic colors heralding the signs of an apocalypse.
The earth was unrecognizable long ago.
The crisscrossing ravines were filled with the corpses of creatures and broken weapons.
On the battlefield, bodies were strewn everywhere, with the Witch Race and Demon Race entangled, indistinguishable from each other's ranks.
The Witch Race's bodies, torn by sharp demon claws, had wounds so deep that the bone was visible, or bodies charred like coal, exuding a pungent burnt smell.
The Demon Race's wings were snapped, scattered messily to the side, and once glimmering lively eyes had now turned dull.
Grotesque limbs lay twisted in postures across the battlefield.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."
