The streets of Drakensmar erupted with the deafening chaos of an uprising. The air was thick with smoke, dust, and the scent of burning wood and flesh.
Windows shattered as stones and bullets tore through them, while buildings were consumed by roaring flames.
The once-oppressed civilians, both men and women alike, had taken up whatever weapons they could scavenge.
Knives, makeshift spears, stolen rifles, anything that was lethal enough to strike back at the Heieg invaders.
For too long, the people had suffered under the brutal occupation. In truth, this rebellion would have happened long ago if not for Major General Lovainne.
Under his command, Ophris informants embedded in Drakensmar had kept the people's rage in check, biding their time, ensuring that when the inevitable battle came, they would be prepared.
