Elsewhere in another front, the battlefield was in ruins.
The ground, once solid and unyielding, had been reduced to a fragmented wasteland of scorched earth and deep craters. Fires crackled across the desolation, their flickering glow illuminating the broken bodies that lay strewn across the battlefield, all belonging to the forces of the alliance of humans, elves, and dwarves. The once-mighty alliance forces, composed of warriors, mages, and commanders from various races, were now reduced to a battered few… exhausted, wounded, and barely clinging to consciousness, and at the center of it all, Cervic stood on his last legs.
