This is the intro to the book ive been writing for a couple years. (i've started over) This is chapter 1 of 11 so far. Please give suggestions or tell me if you see grammar or spelling mistakes

Falling Worlds
by Eric Krokos

Who am I?
When is it that you believe in fate?
Where did it all come from?
Why do we exist?
How did this come to be?
What are these feelings, are they real?
Is this real?
I want to tell you and me.

Chapter 1
In the barren waste lands of the last remnants of planet Earth, my plans were soon to be satisfied. My purges of the universes to rectify and obliterate the traces of existence were absolute. The last strongholds belonged to the technological humans and their machines of devastation. Their subsistence must be stopped so anew may initiate. My fellow gods and I have come to this petty planet, with the intentions of bringing down their resistance.
“This is it, the last stronghold, then we can remake and correct,” I understood in a satisfied tone.
“Then beckon our army and end this foolish crusade.” a male’s voice called out in an uncertain shout.
I can see in the distance, through the waves of heat reflecting off the field of dried dirt there they stood. Along side the cliffs of the mountain, the human army standing ready to repel the force. The army was composed of 100 tanks, hovering about the ground, stirring a good deal of dust. Their plasma guns point at the four of us. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, lined up with their lasers and heavy black armor await their doom. The Fortress behind is merely in ruins, not used for an exceedingly long time. I took a glance at the female next to me. I couldn’t recall her name; it was wiped from my memory. I excused the thought and looked once again at the enemy. I raised my hands and cast a bright light over our bodies, encasing us in bright gold lined, detailed, beautiful armor.
“Enough of this waiting lets kill them!” a different male’s voice roared from behind me.
I raised my army and cast a brilliant sword in my hand. The sword was encrusted with gold lining, with symbols encrypted on its side. I couldn’t see them too clearly because of the sun’s bright reflection.
I pointed the sword towards the sun and yelled at the top of my body’s voice, “Rise up my friends. Let’s end this for the glory of Fate!”
At the same moment, billions of the dead creatures from all across the universe rose from the ground, removing the foliage and sand from their backs. Simultaneously the army reached back into the Earth for their weapons, retrieving swords, axes, bows and arrows, and shields all covered with designs.
I pointed my sword at the enemy fortress and yelled “Obliterate them!” with a chilling accent.
In the foreground, my army roared at the humans and began to charge very rapidly. The cloud of dust from the charge blinded the view of the attack.
“Here it comes,” I heard from someone nearby, just before the sounds of crashing and splintering of wood filled the air. Carcasses filled the sky as my army destroyed the first five lines of tanks and humans. Meanwhile, the artillery from the human tanks opened fire upon my troops, only to stir more dust from the recoil. The amount of sand in the air created a blanket upon the armies.
“Poor...,” I couldn’t recognize the name; it was lost in the abyss of thought, “He’s missing out on all this” a males voice had laughed.
“Too bad for him, I’m going to join in, it’s the last battle!” I said anxiously, but firmly.
With those last words, I rushed to the front lines, blowing away any beings in my path. I laughed to myself at the thought of killing another.
“Get out of my way!” I screamed, killing my troops around me to get in combat with the enemy. The fearful look in the eyes of the human solders, their expressions of death, and the stench of dirt and blood filled me. I paid no attention. I shoved my sword into the man directly in front of me, his blood spraying on the others around him. I withdrew my sword and walked back to my army. A few feet from the dead body, a horrible sensation overtook me.
The female voice had yelled out my name not too far from me. Falling to the ground, I saw her run towards me without any weapons. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I cannot get hurt, I do not feel pain, and no one can touch me. However, the pain came not from a physical wound, but from inside. Not an emotional blow, but I was being torn apart from the inside out; I was disappearing.
“I’ll get you out of here,” the same voice cried out, attempting to drag me out of the fighting. A scream emitted from her and all the other companions that I was standing with before.
They fell to the ground in the middle of the battle. I tried to reach out and grab her, but I failed; the ground under me was vanishing, revealing a black abyss that the four of us were being pulled into. I wanted to scream but no sound came. I tried to move, but no motion came. It was as if I was being removed from the fabric of existence. Not too far away, the others were suffering the same fate. Now, completely enclosed in darkness, alone, I felt incomplete, something had left. Darkness had taken over me.