The next morning came with an atmosphere of heaviness.
Thick clouds hung low over the sky as cold wind swept across the war plains.Snow drizzled covering the ground.
The sound of horns echoed from every direction, calling soldiers to the frontlines.
The war had now spread across the four fronts. Each battle found created destruction that was like a wound tearing deeper into the earth.
The smell of iron and smoke filled the air. Men stood ready with weapons in hand, faces darkened with dirt and blood from yesterday's fight.
On the eastern front, Martina led her battalion. The land there was muddy and broken, filled with fallen bodies and shattered spears. She stood in front of her men, her sword pointed forward.
"Hold the line no matter what," she ordered, her voice firm. "If they break through here, the others will fall too."
