Lightning crackled in the pitch-black sky, one blanketed by numerous storm clouds—large, overlaying clouds, dark and ominous with a tinge of purple.
Chaos reigned below, screams of agony and victory echoing, a horrific cacophony. A battlefield filled with demons and humans alike, one against the other.
Skills and magic spells harmonized in the chaos of the battlefield, a chaotic beauty, as each spell, each skill resulted in destruction and death.
"Arrgghh!!!..." A human soldier roared as he plunged his aura spear into the head of a demonkin, pulling it out in one swift move.
Crimson blood sprayed out, adding to the chaotic masterpiece on his armor. His rank was a mystery, as the color of his armor was obscured by blood—crimson, green, and even brown—all testimonies to his many small victories.
KRRRRAK-BOOOOM
