The battlefield, once a landscape of promise and purpose, was now a nightmarish tableau of ruin.
The very air hung thick with the scent of burning flesh and the metallic tang of blood, mixing in a suffocating haze.
A cloud of ash and dust rose from the earth, where every step seemed to churn the remnants of life into the soil, mixing gore with shattered stone.
The ground trembled, not from the quakes of nature, but from the relentless impact of the unyielding battle.
War, in its purest, most savage form, had ravaged this once tranquil land.
Above, the sky was a swirling mass of darkness, pierced intermittently by flashes of elemental fire.
Lightning crackled and split the heavens, casting an eerie, violet hue over the wreckage below.
The heavens themselves seemed to wail as the heavens and earth clashed in brutal symphony.
From the edges of the battlefield, black smoke billowed upwards in serpentine curls, thick and oppressive.
