The towering golden walls of the Amber Capital completely dominated the western horizon. For centuries, the massive fortifications had stood as a gleaming, impenetrable symbol of absolute imperial wealth and unyielding authority. Today, however, they looked entirely like a monument to a rotting, deeply corrupted regime desperately waiting to be torn down.
The fifty thousand soldiers of the united continent halted in perfect, disciplined formation precisely two miles from the main gates. The blistering desert sun was completely blocked entirely by the Evil Emperor's colossal, rolling canopy of pure, pitch black shadows. The massive allied army stood in refreshing, deeply comforting twilight, their heavy steel armour completely unburdened by the usual, oppressive solar radiation.
