Above the Pale Continent, a colossal evil moon entwined in black and red hung high in the heavens, pouring down torrents of blood-red light.
The entire land was swallowed by its eerily brilliant red glow.
Each flicker stirred pitch-black, murky waves into a rising surge.
Beneath the earth's rocky strata, tumor-like Corrosion Cores continually bulged upward, their veins pulsing as they endlessly leaked the deathly aura of the dark tide.
Nourished and catalyzed by the evil moon's red light, hideous high-ranking evil spirits emerged from the surface, densely covering plains, snow mountains, lakes, and valleys-without end.
By now, the Against the Tide Legion had abandoned all its outer military strongholds and resource nodes, contracting its defensive lines across the board and withdrawing every soldier to the heart of its territory: War Land.
Encircling them from all sides, the torrents of evil spirits pressed forward in endless layers. Black fog blotted out the sun and moon, and howls shattered the earth.
Countless warriors of the Against the Tide Legion rose into the air to meet them.
The heavens became a purgatory, the vast sky a shattered battlefield.
Torrents of spells collided with thunderous force. Lethal divine light clashed with the corrosive dark tide, annihilating one another, while the rippling shock waves of exploding energy swept across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
Amid the roaring of heaven and earth, the sky was torn full of holes.
Countless high-ranking evil spirits charged fearlessly, pressing forward one after another. With the Great Evil Moon's ceaseless light nourishing them, their numbers only grew as they were slain.
The Against the Tide soldiers built defensive lines with their flesh and held their core territory with their battle-hardened bodies, fighting to the death without retreat.
Every inch of airspace was steeped in blood.
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