Nathan vs Khillea! (1)

The sun rose over Troy, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, its brilliance unmatched as it cast long shadows over the battlefield. It was another day of relentless war, another day where the clash of steel and the cries of the fallen would echo across the blood-soaked plains. Yet, despite the routine brutality of the conflict, something about today felt different—an unseen force lingered in the air, thick with an indescribable tension.

A chilling unease settled over both the Greeks and the Trojans, an unshakable premonition whispering in their minds. It was a feeling of dread, as if the gods themselves had descended to observe the carnage about to unfold. Every warrior, hardened by years of battle, could sense it—a day that would be remembered for centuries, a day that would decide the course of history. Their hands trembled not from fear of death but from the weight of what was to come.