Ash choked the air like a curse, settling over the cracked plains of Nefrath in waves. The sky was black, not from absence of light, but from the density of smoke and sulfurous vapors that twisted above the battlefield. Lightning raked the heavens in silent arcs, crimson and violet bolts that writhed like serpents through the choking gloom.
Below, the thunder was not of storm but of steel and hoof and rage.
Thousands upon thousands of demons surged across the charred land, their horns raised, their hooves shattering the blackened earth with each step. They howled and bellowed, a symphony of hatred, hunger, and anticipation. Weapons, many forged from bone, flame and steel struck against obsidian shields in a rhythm that pulsed with the war drum from the heat of hell itself. Demons roraring in tandem, hoofs hitting the ground and fire spells shooting to the darkened sky from time to time to show how exiceted the hellspawn were.
