Zane would have preferred a more theatrical setting for this war.
Maybe the ruins of an ancient city, with crumbling statues and shattered temples marking the battlefield. Or a storm raging overhead, lightning flashing ominously in the distance.
Instead?
A desert..... how tasteless.
Like any other desert it was flat, barren, stretching out for miles in every direction with no real cover, but at least it gave them more than enough space to kill.
The government had already done its part, ensuring no wandering civilians or news drones would accidentally stumble upon the event. The official story? They were testing radioactive war equipment. That should keep people away.
Still.
The gate had appeared at dawn.
It started as a swirl of dust, twisting violently in the empty space, before the gate had forced itself into existence.
A monolith of black stone, impossibly tall, covered in deep red symbols and ancient carvings.
