The Aegean coast is usually peaceful after midnight. The fishermen have returned to their cottages, cleaning their fishing nets after a long day at sea. The convoy ships have lowered their sails and dropped their anchors to avoid drifting into unknown darkness. People have retreated to their homes, staying alert for any dangers that might come from nocturnal predators.
But tonight, is different. A grand battle is raging between the ancient rivals, the Romans and the Ottomans. The Romans, relying on their last ounce of strength, willpower, and endurance, are putting up a desperate but determined defence against the advancing Ottomans. Wave after wave, the Ottomans pound onto the Roman formations, seemingly blind and deaf to the increasing sacrifices of their comrades. Bodies fall one after another, staining the grass beneath them with a vivid red, casting an eerie glow in the darkness.