Under the dark crimson sky, dawn would never break on the battlefields of Avernus. Flames and smoke filled the air, while the ground was littered with bodies torn asunder by swords and battle-axes.
The roars of battle and the screams of death intertwined, forming a hellish tableau of devils and demons reveling together in a frenzied carnival. Towering flames erupted from cracks in the hellish landscape. Demon Lords, clad in heavy armor, wreaked havoc on the battlefield, each swing of their war-axes snuffing out lives indiscriminately in the heat of combat.
Though true victory in the Blood War remained perpetually unattainable, the demons' insatiable thirst for blood and destruction still urged them to continue fighting in this endless conflict until death yanked their shattered souls back deep into the Abyssal Depths.
