Seeing an entrance through the ruins of flesh torn by hell flame, the army begun it's march.
Thousands of miniscule incarnates of wrath greeted by the stiff bodies of nervous soldiers in white.
The Knights in white armour had experienced many battles in their time but none against such a quantity.
The breach in the flesh wall stretched far across. The army of Wrath felt taking advantage of this was too easy.
The battle begins with the first roars of agony escaping the mouths of white knights, their cadavers quickly piling up.
One of wrath's incarnates is puzzled to see his dead enemies have become yellow as the shiny God in the sky.
He cares not though, they are dead and will stay that way whatever colour they turn to.
Elite team seven of white knights arrive claiming they have dealt with wrath's army before. Deciding to let their actions speak for them they charge into the enemy, laying waste to the invaders.
Wrath's army is defeated within days of the elite team's arrival.
The flesh wall starts to repair itself.
The part of the wall grown back is now pink and light brown. The elite team gaze and admire what the canvas.
