Kingdom of Aldrack
The battlefield had become a slaughter.
Smoke rolled endlessly across the blood-soaked plains while the screams of dying men drowned beneath the thunderous cracks of Mountel's guns.
Aldrack was losing.
Badly.
Blue-armored soldiers stumbled backward in panic while others desperately tried to push forward under the furious orders of their generals.
"Forward!" the general roared from horseback, his voice almost swallowed by the chaos. "Push forward and close the distance!"
But everyone already understood the truth.
Getting closer meant dying faster.
Still, soldiers obeyed.
Because disobeying meant execution later if the enemy somehow didn't kill them first.
A fresh volley exploded across the battlefield.
Several Aldrack soldiers jerked violently before collapsing into the dirt.
One man screamed while clutching his stomach, blood spilling rapidly between his fingers.
Another lost half his jaw and dropped without even making a sound.
