605 Superior Fighter

If one were to ask a random cultured human from Earth. 

' Hey, what do you think the apocalypse would look like? ' 

The answer to the question would somehow look like the active scenario on the northern battlefront. 

Asteroids falling, Earth opening up at random places and swallowing giants whole, lightning striking people with deadly accuracy and overall an atmosphere of absolute uncertainty as nobody even understands as to where they are going to be hit from. 

If there was ever going to be a painting on the theme ' Pandemonium ' the current battlefield scenario would be a strong candidate to win. 

" Quack Quack Quack " The big mama duck said as Neatwit affectionately stroked its head overlooking the battlefield. 

The guildmaster of the True Elites had arrived in style with his ducks as his arrival signified the beginning of the end for the Mercenaries.