Ebb and Flow

Days turned to weeks as the bloody war raged on. On the blood-soaked battlefield, the air was thick with the metallic scent of the fresh corpses.

The magical beasts lay cold on the ground, their bodies mangled and torn. The same was true for the Magi who had perished as well. After all, no matter how many spells or techniques they had in their arsenal, there would always be casualties.

Some of these corpses were twisted into unnatural shapes, their limbs splayed into impossible angels. It was hideous to look at, to say the least. While others', nothing was left of them. The beasts had already had their fill.

Claw marks gouged deep into the earth along with the footprints of the Magi that had fought tooth and nail to defend the City of Stardale. Here and there, one could see the shattered remnants of the weapons used by the deceased Magi.