The battlefield was bright.
Because it was filled with the light of fire.
Flames were everywhere, in the sky and on the ground.
In the sky, five enormous Fire Dragons soared.
Their great shrieks followed their flight, echoing across the entire battlefield.
The Fire Dragons soared for a moment, then quickly began to Dive.
Their maws gaped open, and a thick plume of Dragon Flame shot down.
It lit up the sky and the earth like a bolt of lightning.
The Dragon Flame stirred up a fiery wind.
A scorching heatwave rolled out, carrying the choking stench of burnt sulfur.
Everywhere the Dragon Flame passed, a raging inferno ignited.
It drew brilliant lines of fire across the entire battlefield.
Many unlucky Soldiers were burned to a crisp.
A battlefield cremation, one could say.
However, many surviving Soldiers were still fighting back.
Hundreds of Archers from various Races drew their Bows with all their might.
There were Magic Arrows from the Elf Bowmen.
