Within the purple veil of Ashenfall's dominion, a seismic shift had unfolded.
Minutes ago, the air had trembled with violent pulses, as if the realm itself were a living entity venting its fury. The ground shuddered, sending ripples of dark purple energy cascading beyond its borders, a raw display of Ashenfall's wrath.
Scattered across the desolate landscape were relics of war, shields etched with arcane runes, spears glinting with latent malice, swords half-buried in the ashen soil, and armors that seemed to whisper of battles long past. Each object quivered in sync with the dominion's unrest, their surfaces reflecting the eerie glow of the purple moon overhead.
Above, ten creatures soared through the sky, their sleek forms cutting through the haze. Each was a meter long, their black scales shimmering with purple patterns that pulsed beneath their leathery wings. Reptilian eyes burned with primal power, and jagged white teeth gleamed in silent hunger.
