Warbeast vs Demon Battlefield, Kars Valley
Kars Valley—a border region usually filled only by dry winds and the creak of shifting stones—had metamorphosed into a cauldron of death. If hell existed on the surface of the earth, this was it. The sky above the valley was no longer blue; it was choked by a thick veil of dust, soot from mana explosions, and a crimson mist rising from soil that now resembled a blood-soaked marsh rather than solid ground.
In this valley, there was no room for elegance. No space for silk-robed Mages to chant spells from a safe distance, or for archers to rain arrows from afar. There were no high walls to weather the onslaught, nor deep trenches filled with traps to consume any who dared approach. Here, war had returned to its most primitive roots: flesh against flesh, fangs against steel, and will against savagery.
