It looked like the enemies had gained a lot of terrain in the last few days, Raiden realized that because he could hear the sound of the battle, but he couldn't feel the smell of the ocean… that was a bad sign.
"Here we go again…" Raiden thought.
After crossing a few hills, the wagon stopped moving and then the group was able to see the battlefield ahead. At noon, the battlefield was a searing paint of chaos and blood. The sun blazed high above, casting harsh, unrelenting light over the area, illuminating the full scale of the unfolding disaster.
The enemies' massive army pressed forward relentlessly, their sheer numbers creating a wall of steel and menace that threatened to overwhelm the defenders. The ground was churned into a grim mixture of mud and blood, with each advancing wave of soldiers leaving a deeper imprint of devastation. Their formations were tight and disciplined, a clear sign of their determination and strategic prowess.