In a faraway land, beyond the veil where the skies were perpetually darkened by a red haze, a man strode through the endless rows of his army. His figure exuded authority, his heavy steps muffled by the thick dirt beneath him. He was a Pigman, his stout, muscular body draped in long, flowing red robes embroidered with golden threads that formed the symbol of his Zodiac family—a boar charging forward with tusks gleaming.
On either side of him stood his soldiers, an imposing mix of humans and Pigmen. The humans, with their hardened gazes and disciplined postures, bore weapons crafted for precision and brutality. The Pigmen, equally fierce, had tusks that jutted from their jaws and bodies that radiated strength. At their level of power, race was irrelevant—only unwavering commitment to the cause mattered.
Their loyalty was evident in the way their eyes followed their leader, their expressions resolute and unwavering as he passed.
