Meanwhile, in a ruined city in the distance, overtaken by nature, crumbling buildings were covered in thick vines, and roots burst through the cracked concrete streets, twisting and curling around the remains of what was once a metropolis.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the distant roars of monsters echoed through the ruins.
Amongst the ruins, the Berserkers moved like a force of nature, their clashes causing massive booms in the distance.
They were carrying out their raid, cutting through hordes of evil dryads with unimaginable speed, as if they had done this thousands of times before.
These dryads, twisted by dark magic, lashed out with thorn-covered vines and root attacks, their eyes glowing with a bright green light.
