POV Intruders:
Steps were resounding through the fields of ash together with a clanging of metal.
A small group of six soldiers carefully advanced forwards. Their armours were covered in ash and soot, obscuring their shiny surfaces.
All of them had their weapons raised in the air, ready to defend or attack at a moment's notice. Their faces were hidden behind a cloth wrapped around their mouths and noses.
Everything around them was covered in dense clouds, making it impossible to see further than their swords' tips.
A gash of air passed behind them, sending ripples through the smoke in the air.
Everyone immediately tensed up, turning behind, their eyes under the visors of their helmets, moving from one corner to another, searching for danger.
"Must have been a wind." one of them slightly relaxed, lowering his sword. His helmet muffled his voice. He sounded tired and weary.
