The battlefield was a living, writhing spectacle of clashing forces and the raw power of divine entities.
From any rational perspective there was no winner or loser in this war anymore, there was only death and destruction as well as the reminder of the devastating abilities that each monarch possessed to be able to kill millions in a blink of an eye.
The Forger king who was Battered, injured, and depleted of energy, was now re-engaged by Memphidos and Kane as in his current state he began slowly losing ground.
Each parry, each counter-strike became more laborious as his strength waned. It was a grim struggle, one that he knew was slowly tipping out of his favour.
Meanwhile, the war raged on the other end of the battlefield. With the Forger King engaged, it fell upon the shoulders of Brokk and Eitri to lead the beleaguered dwarven forces.
