The earth is shaking.
Flames are rolling.
Black clouds are roaring!
As the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is engulfed in despair and chaos, at the north gate of Assam City, the Demon King Army approaches like a harbinger of death looming in the darkness, each step pounding on the hearts of the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers.
Fear is etched in every pair of eyes.
Tightly gripping their obsidian spears, the Lizardman soldiers, facing an imposing enemy, haven't yet recovered from the previous thunderous bombardment, and in the next moment, they fall into a new abyss.
"Pull yourselves together! You are warriors blessed by the Dragon God, how can you fall here! Charge and tear them apart!"
Under the collapsed city gate, a Holy Blood Warrior clad in blood-red heavy armor roared as he led over four hundred incomplete Temple Warriors in a desperate charge towards the Demon King Army's lines.
"For the Dragon God!"