Battle in the valley of winds breath and dragons fire

In times of forlorn hope, the disfigured creatures gathered their armies for battle. A battle for glory and the abandoned kingdom which lies in the valley between the gardens that bathe in the blood of fallen creatures in past wars. Crack of dawn, the kingdom sun glares through the trees and a tint of gold subsides over its majestic mass. The armies approaches the valley in haste to achieve the positions in the battlezone, a zone that may or may not viciously devour its enemy. The armies, unawared of this dangerous wicked deeds zone, inhales the pure breath of the wind and stands their ground. Overwhelmed with the sounds of silence, a grunt is heard, and so began the battle...