Unleashed

The wind howled through the darkness, carrying with it the stench of blood and death. The Sea of Demons, with its ominous waters that sapped the strength of any who dared touch it, was now a battlefield. The faint glow of the twelve cities illuminated the inky blackness, revealing the monstrous forms of the Rakshasa as they surged forward in endless waves.

Their numbers were overwhelming, a tide of grotesque creatures that seemed to blend into the very fabric of the night. All I could see was an unending wave above the Sea of Demons, moving toward me with an ominous inevitability. Every breed of Rakshasa was present, each one intent on tearing me apart.