The battlefield stretched beneath a thick shroud of smoke as the air crackled with tension and fear. On one side stood the resolute forces of the Nova Empire—soldiers bolstered by a sense of unity and purpose, their hearts fiercely ignited by the resolve to protect their homeland. On the other side, an ocean of green and gold marked the imposing Evergreen army, an unstoppable tide surging forth led by Emperor Ronan Lunaris, who commanded with the wrath of a tempest.
James von Nova stood at the fortifications of Fort Braxton, gripping the hilt of his sword with a fierce determination. This was not merely a battle for territory; it was a decisive moment for the very identity of his empire—a reckoning that could change the course of history. The fort's walls were manned by weary yet vigilant defenders, their expressions a complex blend of anxiety and courage.
