Around them, the Tigerkin Dukes engaged furiously against their Lionkin counterparts, the intensity of their clashes creating turbulent whirlwinds of energy.
The instant the two armies collided, the once-desolate battlefield exploded into a violent tempest of roaring soldiers, clashing steel, and dazzling spells. Orion felt adrenaline surge through his veins, sharpening his senses and amplifying his resolve.
His gaze quickly locked onto a figure barreling towards him. One of the anomaly's generals, tall, muscular, and radiating a primal savagery.
The general's skin was an eerie, luminescent grey, and his eyes burned crimson beneath a furrowed brow. In his massive grip, he wielded a pair of intimidating axes, glowing faintly with a corrupted, malevolent aura.
Orion dashed forward without hesitation, his dual longswords already shimmering with powerful sword aura, both swords enveloped in blazing red flames.
