As Moku dragged Furfur away, the battle between the monsters and the Demons exploded with unstoppable fervor. No trumpets blared; no tactical commands were issued by generals. When the two fronts collided, the battle broke like a burst dam. This was no organized military engagement; it was a colossal anarchy. Millions of monsters and Demons tore into one another as if unleashing a pure, primordial hatred that had simmered for millennia.
The air was thick with an orchestra of death: the clashing of steel against claws, the roar of weapons rending flesh, and the sickening snap of bones breaking before they could knit themselves back together. Hundreds of spells and magic circles clashed against the horizon, illuminating a hundred-mile radius like a lethal display of fireworks.
