21st September, Year 300.
The sky was dreary, and the earth was a red and dry caked soil, with a few patches of odd, black grass. The sky was dark purple, instead of sky blue, and the sun, or moon, or whatever celestial body hovered above, gleamed red like blood.
The air rocked with wave pulses, that came from explosions, accompanied by a cacophony of roars and shouts and everything in between.
It was chaotic in every sense.
"Dammit, are these waves unending?" A hollow male voice, echoed from a large mechanical beast, its arm a large cannon that shot of continuous ammunition rounds against the invading army.
"Hold the line!" A voice ordered from behind, causing those who manned the frontlines, to tighten their jaws.
Elemental attacks rained from the sky, lightning crackling, flames exploding, tides of water and frost washing over the horde, but their numbers did not relent.
