In a seemingly boundless stretch of flat and scorched earth, there were what appeared to be thousands upon thousands of individuals clashing and attacking one another. There were spears, swords, bolts of magic zipping by, there were all sorts of interactions going on.
If it were all to be summed up, it would be chaos.
In one edge there would be a man stabbing another with tears streaming down their cheeks while on another one might see a mad man hacking down individual after individual.
While that implied the groups were chaotic, this was not true for all.
"Make way! Magicians! Fire!" One of Bosque's company commander barked an order. This was the war at the border.
A thunderous explosion sounded out as a concentrated beam of solar energy charged out to meet the brunt of the enemy force.
"Go! Fire Bulwark!" On the opposite side, a Volcan five hundred man commander roared an order.
