VWUUUSSHHH!!!
The battlefield churned like a storm of death and destruction.
Ater's forces, a massive legion of Undead, surged forward across the blackened ocean, meeting Adrien's overwhelming horde head-on. The air trembled with the reverberations of clashing metal, the screeches of twisted creatures, and the eerie howls of the damned.
Adrien's army was colossal, far larger than Ater's, and included numerous Dragons—terrifying behemoths of decayed flesh and cursed bones. The Undead Dragon Lords led entire squadrons, their presence radiating an oppressive aura that weakened the morale of lesser soldiers. Their dark magic pulsed through the sky, weaving into deadly beams that rained destruction upon Ater's army.
But Ater remained unfazed.
His red eyes gleamed with the calm precision of a grandmaster in the midst of a game.
