What do you know of fear boy? What do you know of Peithon? That forsaken ground, where a generation of good men burned, burned like wooden kindling.
Century old, battle hardened regiments were wiped out in minutes.
Men suffocated in the trenches by the thousands as the gasses liquified their lungs.
The trenches ran 6 inches deep with blood, dying men crawling and begging those still standing for death as chemical agents rotted them alive.
Where the skies wept fire and metal upon us as we cowered in terror, all memories forgotten, all times of peace only illusions amid our despair.
In the hell that was Peithon, the God Engine came. It wrought upon the land a rage so pure that madness descended upon the world, as the very earth itself withered under the engine’s judgment. The banners no longer mattered, the war now trivial - carnage reigned. The Imperial looked upon the Soviet and saw only kin, as the battle descended into a fiery mass of violence and cruelty - allies and enemies slaughtering one another without distinction, without restraint.
940000 soldiers clashed in a great singularity of battle, a storm of viscera and metal - where the mighty cannons thundered 16-20 ranks deep on both sides, and the gunfire turned night to day.
Above the sodden fields of butchery, the God Engine marched in the gloom. The unholy machine unleashed power the likes of which mortal men could only begin to comprehend, illuminating the battlefield with devastating beams of pure starlight that dimmed the sun and blinded all who gazed upon them.
In an age of heroes, those at Peithon knew no courage; only resignation.
Now, you must sleep my son - or you'll miss the orbital elevator.