High above the battlefield, far above the ruined skies where military aircraft and the Forsaken Cult's flying aircrafts once clashed in thunderous aerial combat before being reduced to debris, three figures floated calmly above the clouds, untouched by the chaos below.
One of them was a towering figure, almost otherworldly in stature. He possessed thick brown hair, broad shoulders, and a complexion that shimmered in varying shades of brown and black. His eyes, a deep and shadowy hue of black, carried the weight of countless wars.
This was none other than Warlord Brontagar.
To his left stood another man, tall as well, though his height paled in comparison to the titanic form beside him. He had jet-black hair, but his piercing blue eyes shimmered with intensity and clarity, as if capable of dissecting the very soul.
