Inkcazo

Foreground — warriors in brutal melee, blades tearing into bodies, monstrous shapes split open mid-motion, ground slick and shining with fresh blood. Flesh and steel clash at arm’s length, entrails and crimson spray frozen in motion. Middle ground — battlefield carpeted with mangled corpses, twisted limbs, broken spines, torn banners, and shattered armor, the terrain splattered like a slaughterhouse floor. Demons — grotesque beasts dripping gore, some biting chunks from men, others impaling and ripping with jagged spears and claws. Warriors of light — scarred, bleeding, cracked armor, blood running down faces and arms, fighting on the last breath, drenched in mud and carnage. Atmosphere — choking fog mixed with steam of blood, sky burning red, firestorms raging, ashes and sparks drifti

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