The heavy, enchanted black iron hulls of the Northern landing craft grated violently against the shore, letting out a completely deafening, unnatural shriek that echoed across the dead landscape.
Valerius was the absolute first to step off the ramp.
His heavy, spiked iron boots did not sink into soft beach sand. The ground beneath him crunched with a sharp, sickening sound. The Warlord looked down. The entire shoreline of the *Isle of the Forgotten* was completely covered in millions of jagged, shattered pieces of pitch-black obsidian glass, glittering maliciously under the heavily bruised, dark purple sky.
"Secure a perimeter! Diamond formation, shields locked!" General Kael roared, vaulting out of the landing craft right behind his King, his massive battle-axe already drawn.
Thou
