The Old Market Sector was less a marketplace and more a killing floor.
The ancient stone walkways were slick with blood, black ichor from the monstrous Eclipse Beasts, and pulverized masonry.
The air was a cacophony of roaring beasts, cracking magical energy, and the metallic hiss of charged steel.
This was one of the fallen cities after the eclipse fall. A city which used to be bustling with the orc race, filled with laughter, and excited cries of the inhabitants, now reverberated with the roars of beasts and war cries of warriors.
The front line, dubbed the Meridian Line by the beleaguered commanders, was where the forces desperately held their ground.
And the old city, now transformed into a dungeon was being attacked by the forces of the unified races, hoping to get an edge and recover grounds in the frontlines.
Aura Warriors, their bodies clad in glowing, personalized armor of concentrated energy, formed the spear tip of the defense.
