The echoes of marching could be heard throughout the entirety of the vacant capital, the thunderous sound of boots hitting the ground in perfect unison created a tense and serious atmosphere in the once-thriving city, now evacuated due to the battle that was about to occur, but a few onlookers had stayed behind and now peered down at the Legion as they marched towards the President's Office.
Leading the charge, was no other but Leo Apollyon, his full black Reaper outfit on, his bright yellow eyes narrowed and ready for battle. He led thousands of troops into the capital and he no intention of leaving unless he had won or if he was in a body bag.
Either would be fine with him. . .
Other than the marching, the capital was quiet, not even a bird tweeted. Silence. Leo suddenly stopped walking, his army stopping as well.
