Explosions shattered the forest's tranquillity. A cacophony of screaming and roaring filled the air, punctuated by the relentless clinging of metal against metal and the gruesome splatter of blood.
These violent sounds echoed through a rainforest that, until recently, had thrived on the edge of a parched desert. The once-dense foliage was now devastated, driven back by the relentless chaos of battle. The verdant canopy had surrendered to the uproar, giving way to a vast, torn clearing within the forest.
Here, a ragtag group of miserable looking shapeshifters and vampires were engaged with a far more organized fighting force of similar composition. Most noticeable where the symbol of a sun behind two crossed spears, which was branded into each of the dishevelled faction's foreheads.
