On the sunny day of the 4th of May, 303 Paign Era, near the serene Lake Nevya, an atmosphere heavy with anticipation hung in the air.
The sky stretched across the horizon in an unblemished blue, while the gentle breeze whispered through the surrounding trees, causing the leaves to rustle softly.
The tranquillity of the scene seemed at odds and unfitting with the imminent clash between two opposing armies.
The armies, each bearing their respective banners, faced each other in a carefully orchestrated formation. The soldiers, stoic and disciplined, stood in rigid lines with their expressions mixed with determination and apprehension.
Sweats trickled down their forehead as the tension could be felt by both sides. The metallic surface of the weapons in their hand was smeared by sweat as well.
Nervous whispers travelled among the troops. Their voices were hushed but filled with fervour. The weight of the moment bore down on each soldier.
