"Not so, not so."
The sun was half-hidden, the twilight casting a bloody glow. The land, once teeming with life, was now utterly desolate. Everywhere lay shattered wood and debris; in some places, the very landscape had been reshaped—deep ravines filled by collapsing peaks, while high mountains had been hollowed into abysses. The swampy wasteland, seemingly parched by raging fires, had become searingly hot for hundreds of miles around.
Within the battlefield, the clash between man and beast continued to echo with deafening vibrations. Each resonance signaled the collapse of yet another stretch of earth.
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