The air was filled with the metallic taste of iron, the stench of charred soil, and the cries of men who refused to die quietly.
Sunreach's field — once green with frost and banners — was now nothing but a graveyard of shattered steel and blackened earth. The earlier bombardments had left the ground jagged and uneven, pits of fire still burning like open wounds in the soil.
The Northern banners fluttered weakly against the wind.
And then — the horns blared.
"Front line! Push forward!"
From the northern flank, waves of soldiers surged across the blasted plain. Their boots sank into ash. Their armor rattled like a thousand drums. Spears lowered, shields raised — they collided with the Central-South coalition in an explosion of sound and motion.
The world became chaos.
Steel met steel.
Screams tore through the air.
