The sound of stone crumbling to brute force, a roar of thunder bursting from the enemy's siege weapons and the scent of burning flesh like roasted pork. A battle for survival and domination was waged in the eastern parts of the continent. Five thousand Empire warriors against a small force of Imperial forces.
A blue barrier expanded and tortured anyone with mixed bloodlines. Although the orcs fought without issue, those with human and orc blood suffered, brought to their knees as their bodies rotted from the inside.
"The empire has been developing a weapon like this...?" Sigurd, the sword saintess of Silvara, stood in the midst of battle, her beautiful silver blade slicing and reaping the lives of dozens while her body drifted through the burning flames of war.
"You vile fiends dare to create such an evil machine! My dear husband forced to suffer because of you wretched knaves!"
"Kill her! Surround and crush this bitch!"
"Yes, Captain!"
