Above Velmora, several Domains and False Territories floated like enormous translucent bubbles against the darkened sky while the armies below continued tearing one another apart across the streets, walls and gates.
The sound of weapons clashing had become almost continuous, occasionally drowned out by explosions that sent pieces of buildings and bodies through the air.
Blood flowed through the gutters in such quantities that the streets had begun to resemble crimson rivers, and soldiers from both sides were now fighting while standing atop piles of corpses.
Within the capital alone, the death toll had already surpassed thirty thousand, while another five thousand soldiers had fallen defending the walls. Yet neither side showed any intention of retreating.
The Order continued forcing its way toward the gates while Velmora's soldiers fought desperately to keep them away, knowing that a single breach could allow the enormous army outside to pour into the capital.
