The wings of the army were flanked by Radamanthys and Ajax, two other Netherworld Judges, and the Netherworld Fighter Corps they commanded.
And behind them, the God of Sleep and God of Death, the brothers, along with The Furies, jointly held the rear.
From the Netherworld, the dead who ascended to the surface marched in a mighty throng, protecting the vivid spark of life as it moved towards the safe haven constructed by humans.
On the opposite side of the plains, the thunderous sound of horseshoes reverberated, as billowing dust clouds rose towards the sky.
The red-haired Queen, astride her magnificent steed, drew her sword and charged forward.
One by one, the women warriors—each standing two meters tall, with shapely legs and stunning beauty—marched in massive ranks behind the Queen, forming an army that was a sight for sore eyes.
