The battlefield sank into silence, save the soft crackle of burning banners and the faint whimpers of the wounded creatures, blood dripped into the earth like rain into sand, the sky, once a blur of smoke and light, now hung dark and chill.
The monstrosity stood at the forefront, with arms relaxed, slumped shoulders, it leaned to the side, gazing at the remains of the beast tribes' defiance, its eyes were aglow now, brighter than ever before, as if it had enjoyed the banquet of a lifetime.
The remaining beast tribe warriors were no match for it, their hearts beat heavy, their minds clouded with dread, the proud Thunderboars, the agile Nightpaws, the fierce Dorn tribe, their leaders were reduced to broken masses of flesh and bone.
"It's over," whispered one young beast, shivering.
"No," another growled, older, coughing blood. "It… it can't end like this…"
The abomination raised a hand, fingers curling like claws toward the last living tribe members.
