The battlefield lay eerily silent beneath the faint light of the waning moon.
Corpses of Warlord Fabian's hidden forces sprawled across the blood-soaked ground, their lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. The air was thick with the stench of death, a mixture of blood, sweat, and burned flesh. Amid this desolation stood two figures, untouched by the carnage surrounding them.
Legion, the towering Death Knight of the Heresy Cult, stood motionless, his massive form clad in blackened armor that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His glowing red eyes scanned the battlefield with cold indifference.
Beside him stood Lili, the Heretic Witch, her petite figure contrasting sharply with the destruction around her. She held a gleaming orb of ethereal energy in her hands, its pulsating light a stark contrast to the darkness.
"The harvest is complete," Lili said, her voice smooth and almost melodic, yet carrying an undertone of malice.
