Three days ago.
In the Soldier Realm, amidst the embers of burning rocks.
The not-yet-solidified lava emitted flickering lights as it slowly flowed, dragging scars across the earth.
The ground was littered with broken armor and severed limbs, as countless odd metalized soldiers wailed upon the earth.
Some of these soldiers had metallic arms ending in long swords with blood grooves, others had spears or short axes.
There were also fully metalized, powerful soldiers whose bodies, even if broken in half, still struggled to crawl on the ground.
A silent and valiant young man with a spear in hand walked through the battlefield. Kind at heart, he would use his spear to dispatch any soldier still struggling to breathe, to end their suffering.
"Young Marshal, the rebels have all been cleared, and the Grand Marshal has issued an urgent order, asking for your instructions!" A soldier dressed as an officer knelt on one knee before the valiant young man.
