The Korokor Mountains had become a grotesque theater of war, the once-verdant terrain now reduced to a churned morass of mud and blood. Scarlet rivers ran so thick they practically melted into the soil, distorting the mountains into a horror-scape of smeared crimson.
Tens of thousands of Vorometallicae corpses littered the ravines and ridges—most of them High Champions sacrificed as cannon fodder. More than fifty thousand Voroe had perished here, yet the higher-ups of the Void Heart Fortress would not care. To them, losing wave after wave of High Champions mattered little if it meant eventually sapping the Graecia's defenders' stamina and morale.
Indeed, among the Voroe Sages and Half-Step Legends, faint smirks now replaced initial grimness. They sensed the toll the endless slaughter was taking on the Graecian forces.
