The evening, before the battle took place, the sun painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson, its fading light spilling across the worn, abandoned hut hidden deep within the secluded wilderness of Makazhar—an isolated region so obscure that only a handful of people even knew of its existence.
BWOSSHH!!
A violent plume of smoke erupted from the hut. From within that thick haze, two silhouettes slowly emerged. The smoke coiled and swirled as the evening breeze carried it away, revealing the two figures bit by bit. Their gradual appearance was like that of towering giants rising from the abyss of darkness—each step heavy and deliberate, yet emanating an overwhelming sense of menace, a pressure strong enough to make even the smallest living creatures in the area freeze and tremble.
