King Luo, standing amid the chaos of the battlefield, locked eyes with, Queen Yana, perched high on the palace wall. A sense of palpable tension hung in the air as the two rivals prepared for the inevitable clash. With a snap of her fingers, a monsteric monk hastily brought over a seat for her. She sank into it, her icy gaze never leaving King Luo.
"Kill him," she commanded, her voice echoing off the stone walls. As dark storm clouds loomed above King Luo, Boran, and Yunning they braced themselves for the coming attack. The archers atop the wall loosed a rain of arrows, the projectiles whistling through the air. Yunning, with a wave of her hand, conjured a shimmering shield of magic. The arrows pelted harmlessly against it, turning to dust upon contact.
