> There is one truth, evident to all. War is coming. Skirmishes between the great powers above and below continue to happen daily. British trade shots with French over the rights to a cache of mummy tongues. Atlan and Mu test each other constantly over ever shifting borders. Libertalian pirates do battle with brave Atlantean sailors.
> War is coming. And worse.
(Tsardom and Germans do not adjacent colonies unless I'm mistaken so this might as well be during the Great War)...
> The Germans and Tsardom soldiers sit on their respective side of the wasteland, awaiting the trill of the whistle that may as well be their death knell. The big guns are watching over them, although the Russian soldiers worries theirs won't have proper lines of fire given the cavern's Walls. The Germans sees the Tsardom lines and worries that their preparation and higher calibers might not suffice in stemming the tide.
> The priest leads Przewalski and the troops in a short prayer. The Oberleutnant checks his revolver one last time, and then signals the artillery group to start firing. The only grin on any faces within miles is carved out on the Skull Rock...