The battle had reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and blood as the Crocs’ forces, already stretched thin, struggled to fend off the relentless assault of the Resistance. Cassian Adrians stood at the forefront, his eyes cold and determined as he surveyed the battlefield. The Crocs had been overextended, their defenses crumbling beneath the pressure. It was time to push them over the edge."Advance!" Cassian bellowed, his voice sharp and commanding as he raised his hand. A wave of Resistance soldiers surged forward, mages at the forefront, their spells crackling through the air. The Crocs’ line was buckling, and Cassian knew that now was their moment.He watched as the Resistance forces tore through the Crocs' defenses, their middle-stage mages falling in droves. His strategy had been clear: pinpoint the Crocs' weak points and exploit them mercilessly. They were already losing, and now, Cassian would push them into full retreat. It was the final push they

The air around the battlefield was thick with tension, charged with the remnants of the endless battle and the unrelenting surge of demon forces. As Valrik wiped the blood from his brow, his mind struggled to come to terms with the chaos around him. His forces were scattered, his enemies fractured, and the demons were growing more powerful with each passing moment. But in the midst of it all, a new threat emerged—one so ancient and dark that even the demons, fierce as they were, seemed to cower before it.A low rumble shook the ground, the very earth beneath their feet seeming to quake in response to some malevolent force awakening. In the distance, an ominous figure appeared—a silhouette larger than any demon they had fought before, towering over the battlefield. Its presence radiated power, and an unnatural chill filled the air. The demons, once ravenous and wild, suddenly froze, their forms stiffening, their eyes locked in a trance of fearful obedience.Valrik, still reeling from h

The combined forces of the Resistance and the Crocs moved as one, a fragile alliance marching deeper into the heart of Argyris. The air grew thick with an oppressive weight, the very land beneath their feet seeming to recoil from their presence. With every step they took, the world around them twisted further, the earth warping in response to the malevolent force that lay ahead. It was a land scarred by dark magic, where nature itself seemed to cower beneath the shadow of the demon king’s power.The ground was cracked and barren, no sign of life remaining. Jagged, blackened trees rose from the soil like twisted sentinels, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands. The sky, once blue and vibrant, was now a sickly shade of violet, thick clouds swirling ominously above them, blocking out the sun. Even the wind had changed, its howls filled with whispers of forgotten horrors, as if the very elements had been tainted by the presence of Azrathar.Valrik led the charge, his eye

The war was over. The demon king was dead. But as the last remnants of the battlefield were swept away by the winds, the survivors found that the true battle had only just begun.Cassian stood on the outskirts of the battlefield, his back to the remnants of Azrathar’s citadel, gazing out over the land that had once been lush and full of life. Now, it was a scarred, barren wasteland. The ruins of homes, villages, and towns dotted the landscape, reminders of the lives lost in the war. The stench of death still lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, despite the death of the demon king.The bodies of fallen soldiers—both Resistance and Crocs—were being collected, the dead from both sides now lying together in a somber, uneasy alliance of their own. Cassian felt the weight of the lives lost pressing down on him. Soldiers, civilians, leaders—no one had been spared. There was no victor in this war, only survivors, and none of them would ever be the same.He glanced over at Valrik, who w

The discovery came unexpectedly. A team of foragers, tasked with scouring the ruined battlefield of Argyris for usable supplies, stumbled upon something buried deep beneath the scorched earth. It wasn’t just remnants of the demon king’s army or forgotten weapons of war—it was something far older.The object, encased in a strange, dark stone, pulsed faintly with an otherworldly energy. The foragers dared not touch it, but word of their discovery spread quickly, carried by hushed whispers and hurried messengers. By the time Cassian and Valrik were alerted, the ancient secret had already become the subject of wild speculation.Was it a weapon? A source of unimaginable power? Or something far worse?Cassian stood over the excavation site, his expression grim as he watched Resistance scholars carefully chip away at the stone encasing the artifact. The energy emanating from it was palpable, making the air thick and charged. Crestin stood at his side, his hand resting uneasily on the hilt of