A massacre unfolded in the skies above the colossal citadel, a storm of fire, steel, and blood. Hazon and Barkial led the charge, their titanic forms blazing with infernal energy, while the rest of the Devils spread across the flanks, carving a path through the endless tide of nightmare creatures.
The clash was savage. Winged monstrosities shrieked as their molten flesh was ripped apart, while the air burned with spells and blood splatters that rained like crimson storms. For fifteen relentless minutes, the battle raged. When at last the Devils touched down upon the scorched ground at the base of the citadel, exhaustion pressed upon their shoulders like lead.
Yet their respite was hollow.
