Explosions shattered the forest's tranquillity. A cacophony of screaming and roaring filled the air, punctuated by the relentless clinging of metal against metal and the gruesome splatter of blood.
These violent sounds echoed through a rainforest that, until recently, had thrived on the edge of a parched desert. The once-dense foliage was now devastated, driven back by the relentless chaos of battle. The verdant canopy had surrendered to the uproar, giving way to a vast, torn clearing within the forest.
Here, a ragtag group of miserable looking shapeshifters and vampires were engaged with a far more organized fighting force of similar composition. Most noticeable where the symbol of a sun behind two crossed spears, which was branded into each of the dishevelled faction's foreheads.
The organized group featured numbers running in excess of three thousand, while the ragtag group numbered a thousand at most, yet, surprisingly, the groups were in somewhat of a stalemate.
