Monsters of all shapes and sizes rampaged, their sharp claws and enormous fangs tearing through everything in their path. The ground was littered with corpses, the mutilated bodies of the creatures forming macabre mounds. The roars of the monsters echoed, so powerful they seemed to shake the snowy ground and crack the rocks.
Amidst this chaos, Eden stood, his majestic wings spread, covering the corpses of the monsters he had slain. His face, though marked by fatigue, reflected an unwavering determination. The blood of the monsters flowed from his wings, creating dark rivers around him.
It was then that Luxia appeared, her shining armor glowing with an almost divine radiance in the midst of this desolation. She advanced with unparalleled grace and confidence, her flaming sword ready to cut down anything that stood in her way. Around them, thousands of inquisitors continued to exterminate the surviving monsters, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance.
