The battlefield roared with the sounds of combat as the ogre general's rally cry echoed in the ears of his troops. His warhammer, ablaze with the spectral flames of his inner power, swung through the air like a burning comet. Behind him, the ogre warriors surged forward, their eyes glowing with the same yellow fire as their leader. The third-stage demons that had been tearing through the ogre ranks now found themselves on the defensive, their initial advantage slipping away under the relentless assault.
The goblins on the wall, now with little choice but to follow orders, shifted their focus to support. The goblin mages hurled spells of protection and enhancement down onto the ogres, their magic blending with the fierce strength of the warriors on the field. Below them, the shadow-cloaked goblin assassins flickered in and out of existence, carving a path of chaos through the demons' ranks.
