Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ancient forest had transformed into a battlefield.
The ground quaked violently as powerful vibrations rippled throughout the woods.
Towering trees splintered and were hurled into the air, their trunks snapping like brittle twigs.
Thick clouds of dust and debris filled the surroundings, choking the once-pure air.
The lush green forest was gone.
In its place lay charred earth and shattered terrain. For more than a thousand meters in every direction, there was nothing but carnage.
Powerful beasts clashed against the undead legion.
The beasts were furious, feral, and utterly fearless. They matched the undead's relentless assault with savage intensity.
There was no hesitation in their movements, no fear in their eyes only instinct and bloodlust.
Thoren stood at the rear of the battlefield, commanding the fight with a solemn expression. This battle was unlike any he had fought before.
Humans might have surrendered.
They might have fled.
