The world was trembling.
The sky seemed to be breaking apart crashing down on the ground.
The air in itself burnt like fire surrounding everything.
Millions of warriors holding their breath stood on the ground motionless.
They looked tired and haggard but their eyes were burning with a fighting spirit.
This was a memorable spectacle, a sight of countless soldiers waiting for the current single moment.
The close-combat warriors quietly waited for their turn, while those attacking from a long distance got ready to fling attack at the enemy.
Arrow-laden with magic spells and various spells ready to be cast were aimed at the sky.
Above the sky, a pair of dark eyes gazed at them that seemed to pull them into the abyss.
The blue sky was blocked by a sea of dark figures.
There seemed to be no end to their numbers.
"Meagre ants, your numbers are too small to even offer resistance."