Kenor

''“ They attacked when toxic vapour went away lead by rising northen winds. Well 'attack' is not the proper word, they were about to take the fortress, perfectly understanding there are no survivors. They marched lightly, throwing jokes at each other. Seven thousand perfectly trained troops. Well fed, confident, a little amused by how long it took to conquer this pathetic ruins with bunch of soldiers in it. And then remnants of Third Kenorian Legion began counterattack. With mutilated by chemical burns dead faces. Wearing armor soaked in their own boiling blood. Suffocating, coughing and spitting pieces of their insides. Howling from unimaginable pain, crooking and shaking like possed by the Asmodeus himself. Convulcing. Hissing. Spraing lung blood between their teeth. Spraying it in the faces of enemies.''

''They went into attack. Forty Kenorian deadman. On the edge of death. Beyond the edge of death. Feeling that world has abandoned them and only Devil is waiting on the other side. Forty kenorians turned their blades against seven thousand army.''

''And seven thousands ran away. Not like cowards, but like men that saw something mortal soul should never witness. They ran falling into pits, breaking their legs, screaming from fear. That was not famous Kenorian heroism chasing them. That was War itself. And they refused to fight it. “''

Year 2751 after Sky War.