For this decision that concerned life and honor, Dagos had stood on this high ground like a statue for twenty-three days.
The battle line, like a blood-red grinding disc, had been pushed to within less than five miles of him. The interlocking battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see. Just then, a sharp, deep roar shattered the tension, and a 'war chariot' speeding towards this bloodbath became the new focus.
"The Soul Train?" Dagos watched incredulously as the train resolutely approached the battlefield. He wondered where these Devils who drove the train had found such temerity.
He could understand, though. Often, once you had seen the Blood War up close, you might have unknowingly rushed into the battleground. Turning back wasn't always an option.
If placed in a material plane like Elariya, the appearance of the Soul Train would certainly be disturbing and terrifying.
