Defense of Rome (1)

The night fell on the ancient city of Rome. The icy wind of late January blew through the large grass plains surrounding the city.

The stars and moon shined down, blessing the world with their presence. No clouds dared obscured their light. Like the Gods of Old, the celestial objects stared down at the dark emptiness with anticipation.

The grass danced to the wind, as the music of nature played, but soon another sound drowned out the peace… The distinct sound of machines of war…

From the north and south, two separate armies approached the seemingly peaceful city. Their soldiers counted millions upon millions. Their tens of thousands of machines, ready to destroy everything in sight.

A few kilometers away, both armies stopped and readied themselves for the eventual siege. The commanders awaited their higher ups to make the order, while the soldiers sent one last prayer to the whatever god cared about them.