The King of the Eagles, an old and wise creature, was here to survey the lands below his home on the mountains, and what he found troubled him deeply, below a giant army of thousands marched, legions of lizardmen marched below, the great skytyrants glided above them like huge floating sails, huge reptilian monsters stomped, the wartyrants had returned, Nightmare's army was growing.
The Eagle searched for Nightmare himself, yet he could not spot him, were he to descend closer the skytyrants may learn of his presence and attack, and he was in no mood for killing reptiles today, he turned and ascended higher and disappeared into the clouds, he must inform Gandalf of this.
Below the army marched, not in any formation but more like a giant herd, the lizardmen knew no concept of holding a line. The Wartyrants stomped and roared, their bellow among the loudest of all the creatures on the earth, their bite among the most powerful. Any who had the bad luck of encountering such a beast in battle witnessed or felt the incredible force in their bite, they could crush almost any armor with their massive jaws. The priests that had created the lizardmen had also created beasts of war, the Wartyrants shaped in the fashion of the Tyrannosauruses that dwelled in the lands across the great ocean, the Skytyrants were created from dragon and fellbeast blood, they could carry objects twice their weight, their bodies could take heavy blows and still they could stay aloft.
Other monsters filled the ranks of Nightmare's army, werewolves seeking leaders had come to serve Nightmare, goblins, orcs and even some humans had come, their essence of evil enough for Nightmare to allow them to join his legions. More would come, everyday the army would grow, even some of the DarkLegion had defected and came to help the ever growing power of Nightmare.
Nightmare walked slowly, his dark armor glistening, his giant sword held to his right in his huge grotesque hand, jagged teeth bristled out from its shoulder. After an epic battle deep in the southern lands, his former body called Siegfried, had escaped his grasp, do to the irritating arrogance of a vile human called Raphael, though he defeated the human scum, the power drain had allowed the soul of Siegfried to escape, crumbling Nightmare's body. He thought he was finished, the blade of SoulCalibur itself had pierced his body, sealing its power, he had made a desperate move and escaped into Siegfried's decimated armor.
Hours after the battle he sensed a soul, an old and powerful being had come, he called himself Zasalamel, he was a wizard or sorcerer of some kind. He told Nightmare that he could revive him, for a price, he must serve Zasalamel and do as he commanded, and having to choose between this and death, he chose to serve.
Now he was nearly complete, he consumed endless amounts of souls, with his army he crushed many villages and even came upon a few human armies, but this was not enough, he wanted, he needed more. To their south stood the Halteese Kingdom, a super power and full of enriched souls, this was their target, they would kill everything, they knew no mercy. As each land began to realize Nightmare had return, they began to build their own armies, the Halteese were the unfortunate ones to be chosen as their first victims, their army had been exhausted by their numerous battles with the Maleetta, they were weak but still formidable, and Nightmare knew this.
Ahead of them stood a city of the Halteese Republic, a city of thousands, their walls were high, their defenses impenetrable, but Nightmare's army knew no fear, they marched forth toward the white stone walls, 30 feet high, the building tops could be seen for miles. The warning bells could be heard as the city undoubtedly had learned of the presence of the attacking army, their defensive catapults and ballistas could be seen preparing, thousands of soldiers gathered in formation ahead of the walls, their armor shining under the hot beams of the sun.
The Lizards came up and formed a loose front line, snarling and fake charging they began to prepare themselves for a bloodbath. The humans gazed upon this with discern, they felt the lizardman army was stupid and overzealous, they had defeated many barbarian armies before and they felt this would be an easy victory. They welded short swords and large tower shields, their flags held high on great posts, the Halteese Cavalry could be seen ready to charge, long iron lances with curved tips were clenched in their armored fists, they lowered them ready for the charge. Hundreds of archers lined the walls, ready for the right moment.
Then came a huge black knight, a great sword held in one hand, he rode upon a giant dragon unicorn, its body clad in blue azure armor, in the appearance and design same to the of its rider. Nightmare had shown himself, he rode to the front lines of his army, holding SoulEdge high in the air, the army lowering their heads in submission, even the wartyrants bowed, Nightmare stopped, the gaping jaw of the unicorn dripping with saliva, it raised its head and read up on its rear legs, it let out a great bellow, and with that the Lizardman Army charged with a massive roar.
Nightmare rode forward with speed, the lizards behind him charging. The Halteese Cavalry charged forward, their riders yelling war cries. High in the air the Skytyrants roared and dived, they smashed upon the cavalry as they scooped up endless amounts of helpless humans and horses, some of the Skytyrants were speared through their torsos by the lances and fell, crashing into the cavalry like winged boulders, still the humans charged.
Nightmare met them first as his unicorn easily broke through the lances like toothpicks, Nightmare raising his giant sword effortlessly, running its giant blade through the ranks of humans, killing all who were in its way, behind the Lizardmen collided with the calvary, nearly all the horses fell as the Lizards cut them down, their riders killed fast and without mercy. The ground quaked as the great army stampeded toward the the Halteese, giant boulders fell from the sky's as the catapults unleashed their barrages, the lizards' roars echoed across the battlefield, the humans began to lose morale as some even began to back up, sending seeds of doubt through out the entire human legion, their lines began to break as their leaders desperately tried to keep them together.
The Lizardmen charged into the humans, shields, swords and blood exploded upward as they began their struggle, the Wartyrants crashed through the humans, their mouths filled with twisted iron and blood, the Skytyrants swept down and began their attack, even attacking the archers, who could not fire into the fighting armies for fear of friendly fire, the skytyrants made short work of the catapults.
The city dwellers hid themselves in their homes, the sounds of the battle could be heard all around, the screams of their men filled them with fear, some how they knew they had lost. The screaming stopped after little more than an hour then the noise of roars could be heard, the city fell into despair, the steady boom of a giant battering ram could be heard slamming against the gate doors. The Skytyrants glided across the city, they hunted the streets for any who was visible, mainly woman and children and the elderly, those not fit to fight, they began their feasts with these morsels, the Lizardmen roared in protest, angry that the Skytyrants got the first pickings.
Two long hours it took them to finally batter the doors in, they flooded into the city and began their slaughter, anything alive was killed and eaten. Nightmare sat atop his mighty steed watching his legions devour the city, this horrid assault would not go unnoticed by all the kingdoms, Nightmare began his ritualistic feasting of souls, the sky darkened as blood covered the city, Nightmare began to grow stronger, Zasalamel's hold on him wouldn't last..