The horrified silence that had gripped the city after the Mana Storm shattered as the two armies clashed. I winced, covering my ears against the din of battle: the horrific chorus of screams, the thunderous roar of explosions, and the sickening crunch of metal on bone. The two armies collided with brutal force, a maelstrom of violence and desperation.
The Last Light Company surged into the Brithlite ranks, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake. Each soldier fought with grim necessity, cutting down the weakened and disoriented men and women of Brithlite with chilling efficiency. Hundreds fell in the initial clash, their cries drowned out by the deafening roar of battle.
A profound sorrow weighed heavy on the actions of the Last Light Company. Their solemn faces lacked the glory and pride that marked their other battles, and even the youngest, most idealistic soldiers seemed reluctant.
