The Generals and their armies have devised a scheme to bring an end to the war. Descending from the heavens, they engage in a fierce clash with the dark creatures, swords drawn and horses thundering across the battlefield. The air is soon filled with the cries of battle and the jarring clash of bone against metal amid the crimson-stained atmosphere.
Arrayed in gleaming armor, they stand at the forefront of their assembled armies, a symphony of determination coursing through their ranks. With swords unsheathed and banners unfurled, they embark on their solemn march towards the heart of darkness, their steeds' hooves pounding a rhythm of impending confrontation.
As they converge upon the shadowed horde, a tempest of chaos erupts, the clash of celestial steel against the twisted forms of the abyssal creatures echoing through the ether. Horses whinny in defiance as they charge, their thundering hooves trampling over the grotesque visages of their adversaries.
