Over hills, and through a large valley, the cries of men roared. Swords clashed together, and painful cries rang out. Corpses laid waste to the rugged dirt, and blood stained the dying grass. Two men clashed swords, both of them gritting their teeth while eyeing each other down. "Grah, die!" Their swords slid off each other. But they swung once more, clashing with a loud, tshang! But then, out of nowhere, the atmosphere completely changed. The sky turned dark, and a suffocating aura filled the air, "FALL!" Suddenly, a massive pressure pulled everyone on the battlefield to the ground and on their hands and knees. The two men who had been fighting looked beyond the battleground. One man stood before them. A man wearing piercing black metal armor, golden eyes, and pure white hair. It was The God Of Gods, Shyzenkraum.
