Chương 1: prologue
SHUA SHUA SHUA!!!
BOOOMM!!!
Flaming arrows of blue light up the night sky. Upon impact, on hard surfaces, explosions disturb the environment. Amidst this chaos hundreds of soldiers huddle up together, 300 to be exact. They, unflinching, hold up their metal shields in uniform. It would appear they had created an iron wall shaped into a half moon.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Like falling stars enchanted arrows crash on to the iron wall, bursting with considerable force, but the shield wall doesn't appear to be damaged. Not in a scratch. However, the shields light up with ancient runic encryptions along its edge. From an aerial point of view one would see the left side of the shield wall is different from the right. At the centre of the shield syllables are inscribed on it. The ones on the right read as 'Heavens Devourers', as for the left 'Hells Throw ups'.
????: F#$% IT!! WE CAN'T LOSE TO THE DEVOURERS! DO YOU WANT TO WIN?
Hells Throw ups: WE WANT TO WIN!!!!!
????: DID YOU HEAR THEM? DO YOU WANT TO LOSE? DO YOU WANT TO BE PUNISHED BY THE MASTER?
Heavens Devourers: WE WANT TO WIN!!!!
300 soldiers divided into two groups, competing against each other. They are actually having a competition under enemy fire. If the opposition new what they were doing, they would've collapsed from having their warriors pride humiliated. These two teams, Heavens Devourers and Hells Throw ups, under the barrage of explosions remain firm in there defence. Even the force that came after the explosions did not influence there stand. But why are they being attacked? For what reason must they defend?
Behind the army of 300 soldiers stays the entrance to a cave of which only one person can enter at a time. The very bottom of a mountain cliff.
On the other side of the mountain valley innumerable archers stand on high ground. Invoking their deity with a suitable incantation, they fire enchanted arrows that carry destructive force. The number of arrows that has left their bows cannot be counted but still, the iron wall before them hasn't even been moved, not even a little bit.
????: DAMN IT!!! RICTOR!!! Why haven't these piece of shits fallen yet?
Rictor: Sigh...this group of warriors are master Alphonse's personal army. It's rumoured they were personally trained by him by inhumane means.
????: I KNOW! I know! I want this army for myself but that will never happen. They are only loyal to him.... AARRGH... not just a perfect army or warriors but the high gods left him the sacred weapon that they invented.
????: Rictor, Alphonse must have already sealed that godly weapon away.... know one will be able to get it now. Rictor, change of plans. Destroy the mountain cliff above them. Destroy everything. Make this place there funeral grounds.
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