Blood enveloped the entire battlefield, shrouding it in a tint of scarlet red. The death-infested atmosphere was unwelcoming and provided those who stood in it with an inescapable feeling of dread.
Barely any signs of life were visible.
Two powers clashed relentlessly, hacking away mindlessly at each other. Both beings had an enormous beast at their side that did their bidding for them. However, the conditions of the beasts were not ideal.
Both the bear and wolf were on their last legs, capable of enduring for barely a few more minutes. Even the two humans that engaged in battle were on the verge of collapse, holding on using a sliver of hope.
Hope that their village would continue to exist, and possibly thrive in the future.
Either one of them would gladly offer their lives for that guarantee, but they both were aware of the impossibility of that outcome.
