The general sent by Vlad was very weak but was still fighting strong. He panted for breath. The battlefield was scorched with fire and filled with bodies which were cut down or riddled with arrows. He dropped his spear, pulled out a sword, and charged forward with the remaining men. However, they knew that they wouldn't do much as the enemies' numbers were too great.
All of a sudden, something like a shadow fell from the sky and crashed in front of the army of Babylon.
"Hold, men!" A voice sounded from the enemy army, and a man in golden armor strode forward on a horse and observed what was in front of them. It was a crater which was deep, and in the middle stood a man dressed in the silver armor of the Turanians. He glanced back, and his eyes glowed a bright red.
