*More than 500,000 years ago*
In a plane of land created by the blood-stained soil, the fractured ground, and the remains of corpses stood strong an army of over a million men and women. Every single one of them wore gladiator helmets while holding onto a weapon of their choosing.
The land they stood had been destroyed beyond recognition. It looked like it had been devastated by a cataclysmic to the point it would not be far-fetched to say that the wraths of the heavens had fallen upon the land under them.
Every single man or woman was wearing armor of the same quality made out of a golden material that wasn't gold itself. Every piece of armor had been covered in runic inscriptions, every single square inch more detailed than a 1000 page book on aerodynamics and astrodynamics.
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