As they stepped onto the battlefield, chaos engulfed their senses. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of blood. The ground beneath their feet trembled from the thunderous clash of armies locked in combat. The sight of fallen warriors and the anguish etched on their faces served as a grim reminder of the cost of conflict.
Alpha Grant led the charge, his sword glinting in the fading light. His soldiers followed closely behind, their movements synchronized and purposeful. The clash of steel on steel resonated through the battlefield as the two forces collided in a symphony of violence and bravery.
Through the chaos, Alpha Grant's voice rang out, guiding his troops with strategic commands. "Hold the line! Protect one another! We fight not just for ourselves
