God of War

Bruggen Plain had originally been a lush, verdant grassland teeming with life. The wide-open grassland stretching endlessly toward the capital was a symbol of the Empire's prosperity.

However, after a month of sporadic, small-scale engagements, the no-man's-land between the two formations had turned gray.

Dawn dew settled over the gray plain.

The cool, damp air characteristic of dawn roused the soldiers from their sleep. The tension, stretched so taut it seemed ready to snap, had the power to jolt even habitual late risers awake.

This was a battlefield where a massive force of more than 500,000 men was about to clash. A thick wall of human beings had been assembled along the roughly 30-kilometer-long front.

Everyone could clearly feel death drawing close to their throats. When the sun that was about to rise set again, how many of them would still be alive? Would I live to see the sun rise the next day?

The sky on March 2, 1033, was overcast.

The soldiers who saw the gloomy gray sky from dawn felt as though a depressing and ominous mood were seeping into their hearts.

No one dared bring up even the ordinary conversations they usually shared. With the hour of judgment now directly before them, the soldiers on both sides silently and stubbornly went about their duties like machines.

The front line was eerily quiet from dawn...