The ground rumbled like the belly of a starving beast, as if the earth itself was saying it still wasn't sated, it wasn't enough, she wanted more! More mangled meat, more nourishing blood and more broken bones, so that it could nurture it's children and allow them to grow stronger and taller in this land, with branches to cover the sky and dye the earth in their emerald light.
A request Archon was more than happy to oblige, beginning to prepare a feast that would leave the soil so bloated by his carnage that it would not even be able to absorb any more of it, having no other choice than to abandon this precious crimson liquid to the river's current, as he and his men slammed into the Coalition army's flank and rear.
But unlike the Diomedes Knights, who slashed through their enemy's lines like a precise blade through unprotected flesh, the Demon Born crashed upon their foes like a hammer upon stone; a blunt instrument without finesse or elegance caving skulls and breaking bone.
