Blood and flesh was everywhere on the ground.
The dragons roared in the skies.
The witcher-knights used to be unstoppable in their own plane, but had finallly been forced to bow down before the might of the evil Mages.
They, who had never experienced the cruelty of planar wars, could only charge forward with their hot blood and reckless valor. Still, they were unable to smash apart that translucent light barrier glowing with elementium radiance. Meanwhile, they were subjected to a rainfall of violent spells, tragically falling one after another.
There were as many as 3,900 witcher-knights that had made it through the forest of death and to the tower. However, with the activation of the war tower, their numbers quickly dwindled. It was merely a fantasy to dream of breaking apart the tower with just their physical bodies!
