Universe in flames 4

UIF 4 intro story

the city was dying. The city was insignificant..
stretching 100km in a perfect circle of shining reflective metal glimmering in a desert sun, even the majesty of such a perfect city was blotted and stain when the universe engulfed itself entirely in the crucible of war and chaos.
there were explosions every second, tanks gutting one another with high power weaponry and shield drives blowing out in showers of sparks and displaced chemicals, the remains left to burn or be crushed under the tread of a great titan, of whicc there were many. Towering colossus roamed the battleground, seemingly invincible as they strode above the dusty bloodletting below them, grand and all powerful, perhaps in any other war yes.
But here War machines were all worth nothing and survived as such in this final confrontation of all life, far below on the battleground a lone soldier had a brief moment from violence in which he gazed skyward and watched one such titan struck entirely by fire and assault. The great machine stood backwards, feet leaving blazing trails as they swept blindly through their own ranks, failing to sustain the titan's balance. It began to topple and collapse.
ruin fell from the sky, showers of debris and machinery rained down with an unsteady beat of death, so crammed was the desert below that something would always be struck by the destructive shower, wreckage from falling or injured titans crushed entire thousand man regiments in droves, and the diving hulls of burnt out fighters and bombers, each the size of buildings or small cities, ploughed great lines of fire and dirt through the hundreds of tanks caught in their path. Nothing could survive in this hell.
And Above it all, the greatest violence held it's form, huge beyond understanding, a great titan cast it's shadow over all on the battleground, the city itself was just a meagre corpse to be burned like all the rest, a metal claw the height of empires plunged deep into the desert, throwing storms of dust into the air and spearing through divisions below, completely unaware of the small insignificant skirmish exploding below it.
beams of fire immolated stone and melted everything to everything else, until all was nothing more than a lump of molten slag, the blood in the air cooked for a mile around the heat of the beam as it swept past.
Meanwhile the skies above were ablaze with both the battles of aircraft, and the death suns of planetary battleships above, novus enginges like continents igniting and erupting with the power to collapse suns with their shockwaves, the battle in the heavens was the light for the hellish bloody war on the worlds below.
However all here was for naught, the front section of the cruiser Ghallajorn began to plummet slow and sad towards the world below, igniting and screaming from a thousand places, the continental vessel would strike 100 miles from this particular battleground, and hundreds of equally violent engagements. The blast wave of Ghallajorn would kill them all.
But however catastrophic this was, it is still all nothing, even the death of the great titan is ignored and forgotten, tallies of million kills erased in seconds. This battleground would simply become a burnt out tank sat in a field of trillions like it, where nothing moved and all burned.
A single tank in a universe of Flames.