Chapter 833: One of many frontiers

Destruction, as far as the eye can see. From one horizon to the other, cities and towns included. Smoking ruins all that remained of them. 

Amid this world of carnage, millions of varying races were fighting to the death. At the edges, the battle appeared like any other. The flames and carnage something reasonable. But nearer the center, the more fantastical things became. 

There, a simple one or two thousand were fighting. Each fighting a good distance from others. Their attacks sending ripples through the air. Rending any surviving foliage from the ground and bringing forth more carnage. 

Occasionally, a spell would appear. Focused, sadly, on the outskirts. Changing the very landscape as it rolled over hundreds of men, women, and others. 

In the middle of this battlefield, an elven maid danced. Her sword moving thought the air like flowing water, tracing beautiful arcs accompanied by fountains of blood.