Vesuvius towered above the grass fields, his dragons and wyrms beside him, silently watching their armies assemble.
Countless soldiers wore metallic suits of armor with glowing pipes and runes, giving them slightly futuristic looks and contrasting with the archaic, long, crimson capes on their backs. They stood motionless and silent, imposing figures astride their equally armored mounts—mutated draconids and dracodactyles.
The blades of their halberds, topped with red gems, occasional magic staffs, and the various banners' shafts stood like a forest of weaponry. The dark formations stretched seemingly for miles.
To his shock, he even noticed handguns hanging from their belts—the entire army was evidently equipped with modern weaponry, despite their ornamental armors and capes.
