Edge of fire
It's the last morning of war. The wind brings with it cold and bitterness, smoke of fires and enemies' cries. Their defences stand out from the darkness in the light of rising sun, closer and closer. The end is close ? go through the barricades and dungeons, over dead bodies of the enemies, through the lead shower and napalm's whirlwinds, there where the last and the most powerful enemy is waiting. He holds his ground and he has nothing left to lose ? because the war ends right here, right now? On the edge of fire....