On the battlefield where battle cries echoed to the heavens, the glint of blades and shadows of swords mixed with blood-drenching storms, reflecting the fierce faces of combatants, some filled with anger, others with distorted features, and still others with eyes filled with fear.
As hordes of trolls and minotaur mages fell, the flowing crimson not only made the earth more viscous but also dyed the adjacent Fluorescent Stone Waterfall blood red, with soldier corpses continuously cascading down the waterfall ultimately into the bottomless Giant Valley.
For a moment, the turbulent sound of water and wailing screams rose and fell, like a melody of a Grim Reaper wildly dancing, adding several heart-stirring rhythms to an already intensely fierce battlefield.
