A castle rested over a seemingly bottomless cliff. The thundering of Canon fire rings through the air.
A man im heavy armor approaches the gates of the Castle.
"As i said before, if you surrender. This will go so much easier. Please, let's not wreck this beautiful castle more than it already has." The Armored man said.
A gunshot fired and a soldier fell dead next to him.
"Go fuck yourself! We will never surrender to Dremarie! My family has held this land for generations! If you want it, you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands!" A man called out from a window from above The invaders heads.
"As you wish! Men! Take the castle!" The Armored Man ordered.
What then perspired was a full scale attack. The men inside stood no chance, as they were outmanned and outgunned. The Castle crumbled as the Cannon fire grew in intensity.
The Armored man entered the burning castle. The gates were crumbles and split after being blasted with Artillery shell. What layed before The Armored Man was the rubble of the Castle. A man crawled, barely alive, attempting to get to his weapon. A Red streak of blood drew on the floor as the man crawled.
The Armored Man approached the Crawling man, who completely ignored his presence, only focused on getting his weapon to defend himself.
Gunfire rang out as Survivors were executed per orders. The Crawling man got closer the weapon but was interrupted when a foot crushed his hand. The man yelped in pain.
"From your cold dead fingers? Is that what you said?" The Armored man said.
The man raised his head and hatefully gazed into The Armored mans eyes, defeated. "Who are you?"
The Armored man chuckled. "I am Cross Might. Leader of the Dremerian Guild. And i am here to claim Rainfeild as a province of Dremarie. All will bow to King Parr." Cross Might announced and stabbed the man through the chest, ending his misery. "And none shall stand in my way."