In the shadowed forests of Nal'reth, a small group of human survivors crouched behind the thick, gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Their eyes, wide with a mix of fear and curiosity, peered through a narrow gap in the wood, watching as a contingent of demons worked feverishly in the clearing beyond. The demons, seemingly oblivious to the human presence, were assembling structures unlike any the survivors had seen before: massive, sinister weapons that towered over the landscape, their surfaces etched with runes that pulsed with a malevolent light.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?" whispered Jana, her voice barely a breath as she nudged her companion, Tomas. Her eyes never left the scene unfolding before them, the sense of unease growing with every moment.