The first lines of Awakened soldiers surged forward with fierce determination. There were barely thirty of them, but each gaze, each movement betrayed a contained rage, a thirst to defend their cause, despite the ominous shadow of countless creatures spilling toward them. The river behind them churned under the tension of this inevitable clash—a contested ground, a land destined for blood and sacrifice.
The creatures, monstrous and misshapen, advanced in a dense mass, ranks of demons, wailing ghouls, and beasts with razor-sharp fangs. Each step echoed like thunder, and their shrieks sent chills down the spine. They seemed endless, a black-and-red sea unfurling beneath a darkened sky. The Awakened soldiers gripped their weapons, knowing this fight offered no mercy and no escape.
