Ant Queen

"Which of you did it?" 

A booming voice resounded through the council. 

Even compared to the dwarves, this meeting place was sinister beyond compare. 

Twelve mountain peaks ravaged by black rock and stone pierced the skies. Dark red clouds hugged their outer forms, filling the space was a crimson fog that smelt of blood. 

On each of these twelve peaks, the representation of twelve Clans stood. It was as though they alone stood above the world, passing judgement as they saw fit. 

Among them, there were six humanoids and six beasts. Disdaining the human form, these beasts didn't enter in such a state. Instead, their massive bodies wrapped around these mountains as though they were no different from lounging chairs. 

These twelve represented the twelve Fallen Races. They together ruled the Ancient Battlefield together.