Canine Heads

The battlefield had become a place of bloody chaos. Renald pressed forward, his axe gleaming in the bursts of combat, each strike reducing his enemies to nothing. Around him, his companions fought with the same ferocity, pushing the demonic creatures further into the forest. With every enemy that fell, they gained ground, and for a moment, hope seemed to flicker faintly in the oppressive darkness.

But that hope was short-lived.

The enemy, far from retreating, grew even more violent. The attacks intensified. Screams of pain and shouted orders mingled with the clash of weapons. The ground, already soaked with blood, darkened further as more and more awakened soldiers fell under the creatures' blows. Others were wounded, their cries piercing the air as they desperately tried to continue fighting.