The gate was blemished with an orange color that was gradually expanding, and with a searing sound, a thunderous explosion that rocked the surroundings erupted in the middle of the gate; smoke and debris soon covered the area.
A few moments passed, and when the debris settled, and the smoke dissipated, a lone man donned full-plated armor from the head to the bottom. With a wave of his hand, his voice thundered into the battlefield, shocking all those who were near it.
"Advance into the streets! Search for survivors and push the accursed demons out of the city!" The voice of the man that was so deep struck a chord deep within the psyche of anyone; it was something primal and instinctual.
