The battlefield had become a symphony of chaos. The clanging of swords, the sharp cries of knights, and the guttural growls of demons merged into a deafening roar. Blood soaked the scorched earth, turning it into a slippery mire of carnage and despair. Yet, amidst the chaos, the knights pressed forward, their determination burning brighter than the flames that flickered in the distance.
The sky above mirrored the chaos below, streaked with crimson and black as demonic energy clashed with divine blessings. Ash floated like snow, the air thick with sulfur and the tang of iron. Every corner of the battlefield screamed of war, yet at its center stood one figure, untouched and resolute.
Brianna, her golden hair streaked with dirt and blood, stood tall amidst the chaos. Her eyes were focused, calculating. Around her, a group of demons snarled, their jagged teeth dripping with ichor, their claws scraping the ground as they prepared to lunge.
