The scene opened with deafening blasts ripping across the battlefield.
Dust and dirt surged into the air in great waves, shrouding the land in a thick, suffocating haze. The air was heavy with the coppery stench of crimson blood. The ground itself trembled as though the earth quaked in agony, while violent mini-explosions of energy flared unpredictably, creating shockwaves that sent more dust swirling, obscuring all sight of the carnage below.
Amid this chaos, Shaurya stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, a faint, confident smile tugging at his lips as he watched the devastation unfold. On the other side, Ye Xuan reclined on his ornate throne, seated atop the grand chariot. His own smile mirrored Shaurya's, though his eyes remained locked sharply on the battlefield, as if savoring every clash.
The focus shifted back to the heart of the chaos.
