The once-thriving badlands of the Orcs and Goblins now lay shrouded in ash and blood. Smoke coiled into the dusk-colored sky as the agonized screams of the fallen echoed across the razed settlements. Endless and the Dark Magi, Alen, marched through the territories with apocalyptic wrath, leaving destruction in their wake.
Towering structures made of ironwood and bone splintered and exploded as Alen's blackened magic danced like a symphony of death. He wove through the battlefield like a wraith, incanting forgotten spells in tongues that chilled the air, consuming all in his path. Orcs, once fearsome in strength and pride, were reduced to mere dust in his wake. Goblins tried to flee, only to be incinerated by flames that leapt from the earth itself.
