Last of the New Gods

It was pure chaos.

Ophelia stood at the center of the battle. War raged on either side of her. Monsters rushed forward, their loud footsteps trembling the ground. Soldiers swung their swords, their lives on the line. Werewolves shifted mid-air and vampires dashed forward, eager to claim a single woman.

This war was an ambush on all sides.

Monsters swung with overwhelming strength, fueled by a silver liquid that their lips. They clawed and killed left and right, leaving no room for mercy. This onslaught was something they'd never forget.

Ophelia felt a lone tear slide down her face. Left and right there was death. Fathers abandoned their children to partake in this battle. Mothers left behind their future for the sake of greedy empires.

"Luna!"

"Is that—"

"Someone stop her! Someone grab her right now!"