War is always cruel, no matter how it is embellished with slogans and reasons, it remains an immutable fact.
At the gates of the City of Sin, rivers of blood flowed this day.
This was not a metaphor, but a literal depiction. The ground had indeed begun to show hints of red—the color of fresh blood.
Above the blood-soiled earth, the Church's Expeditionary Force was entangled in a deadly struggle with the "Wicked people" who had sounded the horn of rebellion. As symbols of light and justice, the Clerics' Armor was mostly silvery white, whereas the Rebels clad in Mechanical Battle Armor lacked such ostentation, their gear uniformly draped in black.
If one were to look down upon this battlefield from above, the interweaving of black and white would seem like the battling dragons of a Go game board.
And at this moment, both sides' players were waiting with tension for the outcome of this battle.
