The night was like day, with seven or eight sun bombs taking turns rising into the sky, resembling a nocturnal sun.
Beneath the alternating sun bombs, fire tornadoes mixed with lightning and poison gases spread across the swamp.
Dust, smoke, and pungent Holy Water gas (particularly effective against vampires) filled the battlefield, igniting reed, tree branches, and houses...
The river surface reflected the blazing fire, as if it too was ignited.
And amidst the thick smoke shrouded in flames, the Flesh Titans continued to stride forward.
With nearly every step they took, their armor emitted a muffled clang.
Simultaneously, with each step, they had to pull their massive iron feet out of the damp mud.
The land of the White Bone Swamp was incredibly muddy; ordinary soldiers were fine, but the weight of the Flesh Titans made them leave footprints with every step.
In some areas, with cross-crossing ditches and pools, only small boats or wooden bridges connected the grounds.
