1081 years ago
In a vast wasteland that was once a lush valley, the stench of burnt flesh and the sounds of roars and cries filled the air.
The air was thick with smoke, miasma, and lingering magicules—proof that magic had been used.
On this wasteland was a battle, a clash between two opposing sides: demons and humans. The demons oozed demonic energy so potent that one might confuse it with the miasma of Avernus. The humans were all equipped with holy elemental weapons, all but one, the star of the battle, ###$#, known to you as Ossa.
"Rooahhh," a demon with the head of a goat let out a painful scream before it took its last breath, a large crude wound in its chest.
"Which one is ne...?" Ossa, who was responsible for the death of the demon, paused in his words, quickly evading an attack from the demon's comrade, seemingly seeking revenge for its comrade's demise.
