The battlefield was a wasteland of destruction.
The undead and the spiritual beast armies clashed like two natural disasters colliding. The sky burned crimson with the residue of mana and death energy. Every explosion sent clouds of smoke and blood into the air.
Undead ogres ripped through spectral tigers, tearing them in half with monstrous strength. Phantom wolves leaped onto towering skeletal giants, biting deep into their necks before being obliterated by waves of demonic fire.
Spiritual serpents of lightning wrapped around undead dragons, searing their bones into ash, but even as their skulls burned, the dragons roared, crashing down upon them, devouring their radiant forms in one bite.
The old undead knight at the front swung his cursed blade, decapitating anything that moved, while the orange‑haired undead girl danced between chaos—her scythe glowing with deathlight, cutting through spirit beasts as if reaping souls.
