While in the west of Kolar, under the shadow of the great Matterhorn peak, Nero and his battalion were heading towards dinner after a long day, and the other battalions were running laps, the east was filled with mayhem.
A loud explosion rocked the battlefield, throwing dirt, ash and debris in the air, its shockwave hitting even those who managed to avoid the initial blast itself. If the sounds of fighting and battle hadn't filled the air, then the sounds of groaning and grunting soldiers would have.
