Deep in the kingdom of Kronus, a town watched with bated breath as clouds of dust were kicked up in the distance.
At the forefront of the town was a group of men who were adorned in cheap leather armor and carried rusted weaponry.
They were the only defense the small town had. The men were either well-versed in magic or had some kind of talent.
Most of these men were sporting serious injuries, and the townsfolk knew that they were more or less for show since these men couldn't handle another battle.
Because of this, the more they watched the cloud of dust approaching, the more anxious they got.
At the head of this group of warriors stood a towering man, adorned in relatively more expensive armor than the others.
The man was huge, easily standing above seven feet, and carried with him a spear which was just as tall.
His hair was neatly combed back, and a few strands of gray hair could be seen mixed in with his mighty beard.
