As Vlad and Lamorto clashed with overwhelming ferocity, their strikes reverberating through the battlefield like thunder, the rest of the warzone devolved into brutal carnage. From the front lines, the three hundred Champions, accompanied by Jormungandr, carved through the demonic horde with relentless precision and terrifying efficiency.
The Champions moved as a cohesive unit, their massive swords cleaving through demon after demon with brutal strength. Every slash severed limbs, split torsos, and sent fountains of dark blood spraying into the air. The ground beneath them became slick with gore as they advanced, their shields raised to batter back any attempt by the demonic beasts to break their formation. The sheer force behind their shields crushed skulls and shattered bones, reducing any demon foolish enough to approach into broken heaps.
