Release the Kraken!

The battlefield roared… 

There were so many of them, way too many. 

As the 12th Legion holed up in the recently conquered 9th Legion base, they felt like they had entered another world, the fiery red Lizardgeddon long turned blood blue! 

The air was heavy, the bloodlust heavier, and the cloud of death towering above them the heaviest. At this moment, anyone sane would have long been begging for their lives. 

Sadly, they weren't sane, not one bit… 

"Look at them! Cowards banding together!" 

"Trying to intimidate us? Huge waste of time!" 

"Invincible army? All I see are dead lizards walking!"

They really were dead lizards walking, no matter what. They were already dead, inwardly, for they didn't believe in anything. They were merely soldiers wanting to dominate. 

THEY were different. They had a dream, they had goals! And every time they glanced in the distance where a certain white lizard still fought, they felt invigorated.