It begins

 

 

 

The Primeval Battlefield stretched out before them, a desolate landscape scarred by the echoes of ancient battles. The air was heavy with a somber tension as if the very earth held its breath in anticipation of the clash that was about to unfold. The sky above was dark and ominous, casting an eerie pall over the scene below.

 

In the heart of the Human camp, the Grand Commanders stood side by side, their presence commanding and resolute. Alice, the Sword Empress, stepped forward, her armor gleaming in the dim light. She raised her sword high, its blade reflecting the glimmers of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.