The vast desert heated beneath the relentless sun, one that baked the crimson sands into an endless sea. In the distance, a mirage seemed to dance and waver, but it wasn't an illusion that drew General Azigar's gaze. Far beyond the mirage, stretching towards the horizon like a beast yet to be tamed, was the Imperial Legion First Battalion.
It was a sight that could very much break a lesser man. From the vantage point of the command tower, the legion stretched across the landscape in what was no short of a magnificent, chilling statement of power. Tens of thousands of soldiers stood in perfect formation, their polished armor gleaming under the harsh sunlight like a field of metallic flowers. The air, thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and dust, pulsed with the low rumble of drums and the synchronized chanting of legionnaires.
