A scorching wind once again lashed their faces, blowing out from the dark, dilapidated ruins to carve out a corner of Hell on the Prime Material Realm.
The world had dissolved into a vast, hazy expanse, bleached of color by the winter day. Ash and dust masked the bright hues of the blue, white, and red uniforms, while the gray uniforms grew even filthier and darker. The only vibrant red belonged to the monsters, whose unnatural Vitality propelled their budding, fleshy masses toward the truly living.
Both the Empire Army and the National Guard had Casters present, so it wasn't that they lacked the means to deal with the advancing monsters. But the entire environment was deteriorating. An indescribable, opaque white miasma enveloped the battlefield and the city, and worse still, it seemed a second rain of ash was brewing.
