Three months into the war, at a fort which name had been lost decades ago, another battle was raging, faced with the novel and intricate siege weaponry used by the dirt-blooded, the human warriors and soldiers had no other choice but to step out of the gate and engage the enemy into direct combat, they can not deal with the war machines from the walls, and the ramparts are showing signs of weakening.
The warriors of humanity stepped outside, and ensued a brutal combat, troops from both sides dying in droves, rising champions died like disease-ridden dogs just like the conscripted soldiers next to them, only a handful survived, some were considered heroes, some were called great champions, whilst some were simply lucky, and were managing to hold onto their precious lives even through the chaos of the battle field.
