Auren and Asenya stood at the edge of the battlefield.
Below them, the Highrise Kingdom's forces stirred once more—preparing for another siege. Titanic logs of black wood were being hauled forward by ferocious Cursed Creatures, their sheer size alone forcing Auren to second-guess why he was even here.
Between the fortress of the Heart Kingdom and the forest they had crossed lay a wasteland—strewn with corpses and soaked in blood. The land drank the crimson rivers greedily. Winged Cursed Creatures descended, undisturbed as they fed. Their long beaks stabbed through sockets, their jagged teeth tore flesh as if savoring agony.
Auren narrowed his eyes from the cliff's edge.
'I know those…'
Beside him, Asenya studied the advancing soldiers with silent intensity. Her expression remained unreadable. The moon, hanging above dark plain, burned blood red—reflecting the carnage below like a cursed omen.
