Hampi, Vijayanagara Empire.
Dark clouds loomed over the battlefield. The usual brightness of the morning faded. Strands of sunlight filtered through the dark clouds. The atmosphere felt like a nasty omen was cast upon the battlefield.
The bodies of the slain littered the battlefield. The rancid odor of the rotting flesh and mucus was nauseating.
Neat columns of soldiers marched to the battlefield. The morale was pretty low on both sides. The last two days of battle ended in stalemates with no real advantage to either side.
As deaths piled up on both sides. The burden was being felt on the soldiers. The morale was at its all-time low. Both sides were probably going for a battle that wouldn't end for days or even weeks.
Bhairava knew he had to make a significant dent to Chandra's army and take an advantageous position.
He looked up at the dark, ominous clouds. If rain would start, the cannons couldn't be used properly
