I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

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

Ghostly lights flickered at the edge 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 that was so thick he could taste it on his tongue.

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

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

The ground trembled under the weight of the combatants' falls, thousands taloned feet churning the soil until it turned into sinking mud.

It eagerly swallowed up the remnants of the freshly slain monsters. Their spilled blood soaked the thirsty earth with its slick and sticky texture, sticking to Northern's own boots as he struggled for balance on the treacherous terrain.

Cadavers and dismembered parts created a ghastly obstacle course, forcing Northern to pick his way with care lest he stumble into the waiting jaws of death.

Despite the cloying reek threatening to smother him, Northern looked past his revulsion, attuning his senses to exploit every advantage.

The eerie glow outlining his foes granted him a split second's notice to adjust the bite of his blade.

The ghastly chorus of screams guided his steps through the roiling chaos.

He filtered through the battlefield's overwhelming sensory flood for that life-saving edge.

At times, the deathly luminance played tricks on his vision as corpses seemed to lurch and grasp out of the corner of his eye.

The pained wails built to a mind-shattering crescendo, sending his heart racing as the neverending combat narrowed his world down to each breath...each beat...each bloodied monster he cut down.

This nightmarish crucible burned hot enough to sear away a weaker man's sanity.

But Northern found bitter strength in the forge fire, letting the horror hone his resolve to an unbreakable edge.

The battle's atmosphere sharpened his mind to a razor's edge— senses keened for the next attack, muscles coiled to counter.

All that mattered now was enduring the gore second by second.

A short distance from Northern, an enormous creature's tentacles wound around a desperate lizard-like beast in an inescapable death grip.

Cords of mucus-coated muscle crushed its prey slowly, the sickening cracks of splintering bones cutting through its agonized screams.

Bones pierced raggedly through matted skin already soaked with coagulating blood.

The cephalopod-like monster continued constricting its prey with pitiless glee, even as the prey's limbs dangled gruesomely, held in place by tenuous strips of flesh.

Farther on, packs of lycanthropes decimated a battalion that was composed of gaunt, hollow-eyed lizards.

Furred bodies blurred with terrifying speed, massive jaws ripping out throats and chunks of meat with equal ferocity.

The haunting shrieks of their prey joined the hellish chorus of the other death-screams.

The faster they ran, the quicker the ravenous horde overtook their ranks—until all lay in oozing pieces amid crimson puddles.

Two enormous Razorlf beasts collided dramatically in an avalanche of scythed talons, snapping fangs and lashing tails.

Their primitive savagery was breathtaking as they shredded and sliced rusted armor and hide to access the hot lifeblood pulsing just beneath.

As one found an advantage in its opponent's unprotected flank, a sinuous neck curved downward, and a reptilian head descended to clamp onto the vulnerable throat.

The dying creature emitted a gurgling wail that cut off abruptly in a fountain of arterial spray. The lizard-beast drank deeply, spine ridges shivering with bliss.

Everywhere Northern darted his gaze, similar scenes of slaughter played out.

The sheer ruthlessness of these monsters would make grown men flee in shrieking terror.

But amid the chaos, he seemed almost like an avenging dark angel dealing out just punishment—his onyx sword sang as it cleaved through torsos and vertebrae, spilling fountains of ichor.

The battle continued to rage on with no end in sight. But surrounded by such overwhelming carnage, Northern felt a thrill at how capable he was in navigating the tempest.

Perhaps if he continued perfecting his lethal skills, one day he might dole out the destruction rather than only endure its violence.

A thunderous roar reverberated across the battlefield, momentarily drowning out the cacophony of steel and dying screams.

Night Terror and the lizard monstrosity, both exalted generals of their warring factions, crossed paths amidst the chaos.

A wave of anticipatory violence rippled outward as lesser creatures skittered from their path.

Four baleful red eyes glared with predatory intensity as Night Terror circled on clawed hind legs, seeking an opening in the lizard's formidable defenses.

Its furless tail lashed around in anticipation, its barbed tip gouging furrows in the blood-soaked soil. Hot saliva dripped from jaws packed with serrated fangs capable of crushing armor and bone between their razor edges.

Stone-like scales rippled as the bipedal lizard circled it in kind, a low hiss emanating from behind rows of shark-like teeth.

Though dwarfed by the hulking fur-covered terror, the lizard exuded an aura promising excruciating demise to any foolish enough to attack.

Curved black claws clacked together, hungry to disembowel vulnerable organs and strip flesh from bone.

A guttural roar shook the air as the two hellions flew at each other in a frenzy of slashing claws, snapping jaws, and brutal force.

Muscle and sinew collided as they grappled and shredded, seeking to tear life from hated enemy flesh. Ichor spewed in great arcs, with each bloodied wound as hide and scale were carved through.

They broke apart, circling each other again with primal fury burning in their eyes.

Night Terror feinted then pounced with viper-like speed, sinking fangs deep into the vulnerable underbelly that was exposed mid-turn.

The lizard shrieked in torment, writhing as it tried to dislodge the crushing, flesh-grinding bite behind adamantine teeth.

It whipped its body around, bringing the full crushing weight of its spiked tail smashing into Night Terror's flank.

Ribs cracked audibly beneath the sledgehammer impact, forcing the brute to relinquish its death grip lest its spine splinter next.

They retreated, chests heaving and bodies leaking rivulets of brilliant vital fluids.

But this battle was far from over. These were apex warriors at the height of their power—and both had centuries of vicious warfare etched into their souls.

A mere exchange of devastating injuries would never force submission.

They had scarce seconds to brace themselves against further trauma to their wounds before an explosive movement signaled the next blistering round of attacks.

Jaws opened in chilling bellows as they charged again, this clash ringing throughout the battlefield.