The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield into a veil of twilight. Shadows stretched long, and the air grew colder, but the clash between knights and demons remained relentless. The clang of steel on steel rang out, sharp and unyielding, as sparks lit the darkness like fleeting stars. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and the acrid tang of demon essence. The knights fought valiantly, their movements precise and deliberate, while the demons countered with raw savagery, their guttural roars and unnatural screeches shaking the very ground.