The ground trembled as the shockwaves of the battle rippled through the valley, the air thick with the stench of smoke and charred earth.
Fires blazed across the battlefield, their heat warping the air, while the cries of terrified beast-men and women echoed from every direction, fleeing the chaos.
At the center of it all stood Voldrak, his eyes locked onto the figure hovering in the air above—Hawner, the Queen, though male by form.
His imposing figure exuded raw, oppressive power, making even the surrounding air feel dense, as if it bowed to his dominance.
Hawner's wings, vast and black as the abyss, unfurled with a single, mighty flap, kicking up dirt and ash in a powerful gust.
The remnants of his earlier fire attack smoldered in the background, smoke curling ominously towards the sky.
