[: 3rd POV :]
The battlefield had completely descended into chaos.
There was no longer any formation.
No strategy.
No commanders directing their armies.
Everything had become nothing more than a desperate struggle for survival.
The streets of the Kingdom of Yemia were painted crimson.
Smoke rose endlessly into the heavens.
Buildings that had stood for centuries collapsed one after another beneath the overwhelming assault of the Ututh.
The deafening cries of battle echoed throughout the kingdom.
"Hold the eastern street!"
"Protect the civilians!"
"The children are still evacuating!"
"Medic! We need a healer!"
"Another wave is coming!"
The voices of soldiers blended together with screams of terror.
King Reja swung his sword with all his remaining strength.
A brilliant silver arc split dozens of charging Ututh apart.
Their grotesque bodies exploded into black blood that stained the broken streets.
Yet before the corpses even touched the ground...
More appeared.
