"Show yourself, Aetherus! Surrender now and bow before the power of man!"
The Emperor's words were met with a rumbling cheer as the sounds of battle echoed below. The soldiers sent forward were merely the first battalion, while the majority of the army remained behind, watching as the first forces clashed with the loyalists of the Temple.
Screams echoed across the battlefield as blood and magical explosions filled the air. Magic of every kind rained down in all directions, tearing through soldiers and scattering bodies across the black, ashen ground.
As the battle continued, more and more troops emerged from inside the Holy City, reinforcing the defensive line and bolstering their forces.
The Emperor and everyone else waited in silence as the battle was broadcast to the entire world.
The fall of the Temple was meant to be a glorious event. This was their chance to show the people who truly held power now.
Damon looked toward the sky.
