In the dead of night, a terrifying battle raged in the northeastern sector of Drakensmar.
The sky burned with flickering embers as flames devoured shattered buildings, casting long, chaotic shadows across the war-torn streets.
A platoon of Heieg soldiers, clad in their customary sand-colored uniforms, sprinted through the broken sections of the city. Their breath came in fast and shallow, but their eyes burned with determination.
The distant roar of artillery punctuated the night, yet their advance remained unbroken.
An officer barked commands, his voice sharp and commanding.
The response was immediate. Battle cries rang out, a chorus of confidence that swept through their ranks.
Courage surged as they stormed ahead, armored cars growling alongside them like beasts eager to rip through enemy lines.
Then, the wall of a nearby building exploded.
A monstrous steel behemoth erupted through the crumbling bricks, sending chunks of stone and dust flying in all directions.
