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Carried by the winds,

the heat moves swiftly over the land.

A burning orange sky,

only a small testament to the true forces engaged here.

Trumpets sound off in the distance,

an ode to the forthcoming battle;

the Gods and Warriors alike brace themselves.

The once-cold sea boils as the ships approach

leaving in their wake streaks of flame in the water.

Fear is the main weapon;

some tremble, others turn and run from the onslaught.

Those who run are quickly cut down

for there are to be no cowards after this day.

A belch of steam, the warriors hide their eyes

and the first ship makes landfall.



Swords clash,

flesh and bone mend as blood spills.

Screams,

battle cries or those of agony,

begin to rise as the fight progresses.

Men fall, left and right,

soon, the Gods themselves are contested.

Their valiant army slain,

they form ranks and push forward in full force.

Thunder fills the skies

and lightning splits it in half.

Outnumbered, overpowered,

all is lost.

One final slash and horrific quakes end the battle

as ground is ripped apart underneath all.



The Great One falls.