With the roar of battle echoing from all directions, the two armies clash.
The blades, filled with murderous intent, swing wildly, and arrows are shot, piercing through the flesh of the enemy in this horrific battlefield.
The sound of flesh tearing and the brutal clash of metal, the pungent scent of blood fills the air.
"Die! Die! Die!"
"Let us show the bravery of the Spartan army!"
"O great master of the heavens, Zeus! Watch over me!"
"The war god Ares is watching us!"
Soldiers wielding their weapons, shouting the names of the gods they serve.
In such a fierce battlefield, those who stood out were indeed the ones who had reached the realm of heroes.
"Trojan forces are said to be strong. But they are nothing special!"
"Do not let your guard down, Achilles! Even you must be cautious!"
"Hahaha! Patroclus! You should be the one to be careful!"
Achilles, known for his unmatched prowess among the young heroes, and Patroclus, though not as renowned, possessed remarkable bravery.
"We need to capture the commander... but he is hard to see."
"Over there! How about targeting that rampaging one? Queen Penthesilea!"
The Amazon queen, who stood on the side of Troy, Penthesilea.
"Hector! Come face me!"