Deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, a scene of extreme brutality, capturing the eye and mind with its horrific elegance, unfolds slowly.
It is an endless expanse, a suffocating mountain of corpses and a blood sea.
Every inch of soil is stained with a rich crimson, as if branded, seeping into the bones;
every breath of air is laden with an overwhelming atmosphere of death and an abyssal despair, as if even the wind is mourning.
In this hellish scene, numerous exotic beasts of various shapes and forms emit soul-shaking howls.
"Roar... Roar... Roar..."
"Ah... Demons... they are demons..."
"Damn blood food..."
"Madmen... a bunch of madmen..."
Their bodies may be covered with colorful scale armor, or thick skin and flesh, or wings like clouds.
Yet at this moment, they all reveal deep fear and pain.
The eyes of these exotic beasts flicker with madness and helplessness, as if driven by an invisible beast of terror.
