In the hands of these demonic riders and underworld creatures were an assortment of weapons, each one a deadly instrument of destruction.
Wickedly curved blades glinted menacingly, and fiery whips crackled with dark energy.
Some demons brandished staffs adorned with cursed symbols, channeling dark forces that seemed to distort the very air around them.
As this ominous horde marched relentlessly towards the unsuspecting town, their battle cry resonated with a chilling promise of bloodshed.
The air vibrated with the guttural roars of demons, the thunderous hoofbeats of war horses, and the unearthly wails of underworld creatures.
The very ground seemed to tremble beneath the weight of impending doom as the malevolent assembly closed in, their intent clear –– a merciless onslaught upon the town, leaving nothing but chaos and despair in their wake.
