The first light of dawn unfurled across the battlefield, a delicate brush of gold, and rose upon the sky's canvas. Its gentle glow felt like a whisper of serenity, a fragile calm before the storm. The mist lingered on the horizon, swirling like a breath held in anticipation, as though even nature, in its quiet wisdom, sensed the tremor of war approaching.
Tremor*
The ground tremored and the gust of wind rose, carrying dust as it obscured a massive army that was walking toward its final destination. There was a carefully orchestrated dance of discipline and tension. Rows upon rows of soldiers marched in unison, their synchronized footsteps creating a steady thud that reverberated through the ground. The weight of their armor and weapons caused those trembles, telling everything that they were out for blood. The soldiers' armor gleamed in the early sunlight, catching fleeting flashes of light as they moved with grim determination toward Iron'Heits.
Rumm*
