The skies above the battlefield, once a canvas of serene blue, now erupted into a storm of artillery fire.
Like a torrential downpour, shells rained down upon Mordrak, each one a glowing harbinger of destruction. The Celestial Platoon had called down a devastating barrage, turning the tide of the battle into a spectacle of awe and terror.
Mordrak, his massive form silhouetted against the onslaught, roared defiantly. The ground around him erupted in explosions, plumes of fire and debris soaring into the sky.
Each impact sent shockwaves that could be felt even at the furthest reaches of the battlefield.
Aldred, standing a safe distance away, watched as Mordrak attempted to fend off the barrage. The demon admiral swung his hammers with wild abandon, shattering shells mid-air, but for each one destroyed, dozens more took its place.
The relentless bombardment was a test of endurance and resilience.