From above

The battlefield had quickly turned against the Riversians, with thousands of their soldiers already lost beneath the relentless bombardment of blazing fire. What had once been an organized army was now descending into chaos, as wounded lizardmen crawled through the mud, soldiers desperately searched for shelter, and entire formations struggled to understand what had suddenly happened to the battlefield.

Siar's composed expression had completely disappeared.

He stood among the chaos, his eyes moving from one burning section of the battlefield to another while the screams of his soldiers echoed around him. The smell of smoke and burning flesh filled the air, and for the first time since taking command, Siar found himself struggling to process the situation as soldiers continued falling around him every second.

"There's nowhere safe! The fire is coming from everywhere!"