The sun rose like it did not understand the horror it was about to illuminate, casting gentle warmth over a battlefield destined to drown in blood before dusk.
Soft gold spilled across the plains in radiant indifference, warming the earth as though the day had been prepared for harvest festivals and wedding songs rather than the violent collision of two ancient kingdoms. The sky stretched endlessly above us, serene and impossibly blue, untouched by the tension coiling beneath it as thousands of soldiers waited for the first spark of annihilation.
The Red Dragon Kingdom approached first, and they did not come quietly.
Their army advanced with terrifying confidence, ranks perfectly aligned and banners of crimson and molten gold snapping sharply in the morning wind as if already celebratin
