The obsidian stoned ground of the 1200 meters wide circular clearing was bathed in the currepted nether blood of the dead undead's like a shattered mirror of nightmares. The black-crimson blood reflecting the horror! The bloodshed and the distorted visages of the undead army.
The obsidian stone's littered with the broken, fragmented remains of the exploded undead's, the impure nether energy enshroudeing the larger clearing like a dark vail. Creating for a nightmareish scene.
Meanwhile in the middle of that massacre stood zephyr, her poised figure graceful, dignified even imposing! Bathed in the dark-crimson currepted nether blood of the undead giving her a wild, savage even evil yet enigmatic presence.
Her lips curled into a satisfied grin when she watched the disbelieving! stunned! Even dumbfounded expression of the nether spirit hovering above the ground.
