The battlefield was dark and foreboding, lit only by the unnerving light of the blood-red moon.
The gloomy, dark clouds above made a scary picture, and the chilly night air moved through the empty land with a creepy whisper.
It looked like a haunting forest had grown where people had abandoned the land.
Raven had specifically selected this battlefield since it suited her dark abilities and skills. She moved like a ghost among the ominous woods and pitch blackness.
The shadows that surrounded her body and moved in sync with her steps were practically indistinguishable from her shape.
Her opponent, representing the Theodora Kingdom, remained motionless, standing firm in the desolation, casting a lone figure amidst the obscurity.
The mage unfurled his cloak slowly and deliberately, revealing a towering figure that reached a height of 6.5 feet.
