Blood of the Legion

The enemy is once again at the doorstep of your home! His steps are decay, his breath is fire, and the city gates are thrown wide open! Memory, drowned in the blood of time, is trying to float. Pride, forgotten by descendants, still scratches the soul. Duty, cast aside by completely different people, clenches the heart. They do not know what to do. A woman, unable to bear children, looks at her children in confusion. A guard officer, stained by bribes, surveys the office of the fled chief. A tavern keeper, watching fleeing customers, struggles with fear... Dozens of mortals have stopped at the turn of their fate, trying to understand what to do. Who are they? Why... them. But above the city gates shines the light of the banner, and the roar of man, so familiar, pierces the soul: — The Legion stands here! And there is no more doubt.