A deathly chill enshrouded the silent forest while underneath its dense cover, the pungent scent of blood permeated the air. The shouting is gone and the earth is damp with the essence of both victor and the defeated. A huge stone fortress, nestled partially into the body of the mountain, was blanketed by thick forestry that one would have to look twice to know it was there.
Soldiers in silver roamed the land beneath it, each blood-stained as a murderous air enveloped them. Fresh from the claws of battle, they silently collected their fallen comrades, every severed limb, every broken armor, while thick smoke billowed above them belonging to the numerous pits of fire, devouring the bodies of their enemies.
In the infested land of Corhan, one would think twice before making a sound or emitting even a wisp of mana into the air. Soldiers retreat, and people hide. However, this time, they didn't care about the noises they made.
"Over here!"
One called.
"We got another one."
