The world around her was loud, too loud.
Black smoke thickened the sky, barely leaving a hint of how clear and blue it should be. The ground trembled beneath the pounding of countless feet and hooves.
Soldiers in ancient armor clashed against each other, clearly from two opposing factions. Blades gleamed beneath the sun as they swung, smeared with crimson blood.
Arrows whistled in deadly arcs overhead. War cries tore through the air like desperate thunder, loud above the flapping banners.
For a moment, Lucille could only stare, unable to believe that she was standing in the middle of a raging battlefield.
The armors, spears, robes, the banners of long-gone dynasties; everything looked like something out of historical scrolls. But nothing about this felt like a pretty reenactment.
Bam-bam-bam-bam!
"Neigh—"
Lucille's breath hitched, her head snapped up. Something was rushing toward her!
