Oct 28, 2015
Prologue of my novel.
…How can that be happening?” The invincible horde was perishing before her eyes, an enemy that was infinitely regenerated, did not tire and followed every command of its master, was being outright obliterated by him. He had a stern, disdainful expression; the pressure from the energy around him was increasing exponentially and rising in a portal above him. From the portal emerged horrendous dark chains that pulled the soldiers directly below him, or rather, their souls, and put them inside the portal, never to be released again.
As of now, the city has an enormous number of portals open; this may be the final day of the war.