We walked onto the battlefield and saw the behemoth. It stood fifteen feet tall with eight legs protruding from its torso. We knew not all of us were going to make it out alive but we were all going to try. We each had our own life outside of the legion. Some of us were fathers, friends, husbands; we left it all behind to fight for our world. To protect those who can’t protect themselves. Little did I know I was going to be the only one to survive.