Warfront [part 4]

The battlefield was a landscape of horror - the very air a miasma of dread that oozed into Northern's lungs with every fetid breath.

Ghostly lights flickered at the edges of his vision, casting an eerie pall over the already nightmarish scene.

They swirled through the roiling smoke rising from ravaged earth and burning flesh.

The acidic scent flooded his nostrils along with the iron tang of blood - so thick he could taste it coating his tongue.

It mingled with the rancid odor of spilled entrails and voided bowels from disemboweled corpses.

Deafening screams echoed all around - the wails of dying critters, the bloodcurdling roars of monsters, the ceaseless percussion of claws on bone.

The ground trembled under the fury of the combatants' falls, thousands taloned feet churning the soil to sucking mud.