The battlefield at Nocturne's riverbank had turned into a living hellscape. The scorched ground was cracked everywhere, giant craters spewed thick black smoke, and the dark whirlpool river boiled like the world's blood. The stench of ancient blood mixed with sulfur and rotting flesh pierced straight to the bone marrow.
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The dimensional rift in the sky widened even more violently, its dark purple-black light blazing like an unhealing wound from hell, spewing increasingly strong gusts of poisonous wind. Strangely, no new creatures emerged. Only deeper darkness remained, as if the rift itself was holding its breath, waiting for the battle's conclusion.
