The Cleansing Fire
As they rushed out of the lord's palace, Morwen and Zephyr smirked before the undefended city. Behind them, a thousand demons and three thousand elves, led by Vaelion, trembled.
Eager to conquer Foliaris, they pounded their armor in an enthralling beat.
"Alright, guys! The barrier disappeared earlier than predicted, but why would I complain?" Zephyr chuckled and raised his crimson blade, his commands thundering. "Spare the citizens. Obliterate the criminals and the army!"
With the command, the ground rumbled beneath their feet as the elves drew their bows, and the demons' eyes burned a fiery green.
They stormed the gates, killing the few hundred soldiers protecting it before they spread into the outskirts.
Terrorised thugs fled through the filthy streets in vain. Arrows rained, elements roared, and blades whistled until the scent of their blood overwhelmed the disgusting stench of detritus and piss.