Dark clouds boiled up into the heavens forming mountains of grey and black, which threatened to topple onto the lands below and crush everything upon it.
They stretched from horizon to horizon, racing up over each other as if eager to see the carnage spreading out on the blasted landscape below.
Lightening flickered in the towering black columns and thunder crashed and rolled in the depths of the dark canyons between.
Fist sized hailstones cascaded down on friend and foe alike. Knocking men into the knee deep churned up mud.
Right across the whole war front, the forces of darkness were advancing relentlessly. The tanks and soldiers rolled forward inexorably despite the terrible cost to them in men and materials.
The forces of the Lords of the Light gave ground slowly out numbered by their foe, but exacting a terrible price for every foot of muddy waterlogged ground relinquished.
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