The Bridge

ARES HEARTH'S POV:

I stood atop the small hill, the black army emerging from the horizon. Thousands of soldiers approached steadily, two figures leading the charge. It seemed like the ice girl was once again at the forefront of the army, but the other individual was no longer Asthia Darck. I smiled, recognizing the Supreme Commander.

So he knew exactly what we'd try and do, huh?

I glanced towards the left, the shining armor of Imania glinting in the sunlight. I raised my arm, two spears of stone rising from the ground behind me.

"Do not let the Imanian commander make contact with the Dragons! Separate them at all costs!" I roared. A cheer of acknowledgment arose around me, my soldiers understanding their task.

The ground rumbled from thousands upon thousands of shield crashing into the Earth repeatedly, the Dwarven ranks all chanting as they prepared for battle.

"Charge!"