Requiem's Final Bastion
The air was thick with a miasma of gunpowder, a halo303 testament to the brutal ferocity of the battle. The remnants of the legion, their faces streaked with grime, clung desperately to their footholds. Every inch of ground was contested, every stride fraught with peril. The enemy, a tide of fury, pressed relentlessly forward, their shouts echoing