In the vast space between the two planets, the tension was palpable, like a storm about to erupt. On one side, the powerful harpies organized their ranks. Millions of female figures, with long wings and avian limbs, but predominantly humanoid bodies and heads, lined up in formation. Each of them radiated authority and power, their wings beating in a hypnotic rhythm, conjuring the laws of the planet's winds before the clash.
Meanwhile, smaller groups of humans and dwarves focused on weaponry and defensive formations, creating a solid line of defense. The entire planet was tense, with all cultivators, even the weakest, ready on the ground, prepared for the worst. It was a total planetary war, but none of them showed any intention of backing down; the enemy was an evil that must be defeated, even if it cost them their lives.
