Upheaval (2).
Driving the smoke swirling in front of his face away, General Arltzwalt looked down on the battlefield below, his eyes tinged with a cold and uncaring light.
There was blood everywhere. Even the air rising up from there reeked of death and chaos.
Boulder stood to his right, a tight frown on his face, and to his left was another one of his higher ranked men, Crane, a lax expression on his.
'So far, they've managed to do good. Still, I doubt this is as far as Valestorm is willing to go.'
They were currently in the outpost situation on the other edge of the slope leading into the artificial gorge he had created.
He had prepared for this day a long time ago.
He knew that when Valestorm decided to come for him, they would come through the Sea of Sands. He had made his preparations, but even then, he had not been confident.
Then, a variable arrived. A variable that changed everything...
"Boulder, how are the men looking?"