The Empire soldiers pushed forward, stepping over the bodies of their own men. They pushed down the mountains and into Riemskin territory. Banners flew, and Llrathels approached, their engines filling the air with pungeant smelling mana burn. No matter how many enemies the battalion took out, more replaced them. They had been fighting for two days now, and the losses on both sides kept piling up. Eric knew it wouldn't be long before another tank went down.
Silence filled the battlefield as the smell of oil pervaded the atmosphere. Birds hugged the treelines, and thousands of vultures flew overhead. Pools of blood and dragon wings sat in the middle, between the two units.
"Why aren't they attacking?" Liam said as he took a bite out of a protein bar. Currently, both armies stood separated by a roughly one mile stretch. The battalion was almost backed all the way up to Hood Hill.
