At once, the entire fleet, slowly approaching the shore, resembled a group of porcupines riddled with spikes, leaving no place for the enemy to strike.
Then, the cabins opened, and troops in neat formation progressively stepped onto the land that once belonged to Troy, showcasing their formidable aspect.
Sparta's phalanx moved as quick as the wind and as quiet as the forest, their brave aura as majestic and unbreakable as a mountain;
The astrologers and alchemists from Corinth, proficient in magic, quickly constructed barracks on the open ground;
Amazon Warriors from Paradise Island, each tall and robust, imbued with divinity, seemed like battle fairies walking through the Mortal World, spreading quickly around for surveillance, both on foot and horseback;
Following them, the Divine Blood Guard from various city-states and ordinary soldiers also took their places, setting up simple defensive structures...