The battlefield was chaos incarnate, a swirling vortex of violence and desperation as the Kraken's monstrous tentacles continued their relentless assault. Adventurers and mercenaries fought valiantly, their blades flashing and spells crackling against the overwhelming force of the beast. The air was thick with the mingled roars of the sea monster, the cries of the wounded, and the crashing of waves.
From her vantage point, Aeliana gripped the armrest of her chair, her knuckles white as her veil fluttered in the breeze. Her eyes darted across the projection, taking in the sheer scale of the carnage. The platforms were crumbling one by one, the ships barely managing to stay afloat amidst the monster's onslaught. The smaller sea creatures had returned in droves, attacking in coordinated waves that made it impossible for the adventurers to focus solely on the Kraken.
"This isn't a battle," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It's a massacre."
