Europa, Tron.
The sun rose over the horizon, its rays bathed Amberfall and brought with them the promise of war.
From the watchtowers, the Empire's fleet had already become visible. Tiny dark dots lined across the horizon, growing larger slowly but surely with every passing moment.
More than two hundred ships. By evening, they would be here. And Amberfall would face the greatest battle in its history.
Bells rang across the city, loud and clear. The streets were filled, then cleared just as quickly. The residents of the city moved in groups, guided by guards and officials. Families carried what they could and made their way to the underground shelters built beneath the city.
Of course, the able-bodied men chose to remain and fight. It didn't matter if they didn't have any combat experience. A weapon in hand and a desperate need to protect their loved ones was all they needed.
