Skylar

I step forward, the gravel beneath my boots crunching in a cadence that echoes through the silence. My hellhound soldiers stand in formation, their muscular frames like statues carved from shadow and ember. Beyond them, the Scarabs shimmer with an iridescent sheen, their carapaces reflecting the dim light of the mystical beacons that line our encampment in The Depths of Hell.

"Today, we prepare for a battle that will reshape our world," I begin, my voice steady and clear. ...