"There you are," Varkas uttered in disdain.
The battle commenced with a fierce intensity. Varkas's strategy was clear: eliminate Lyan, the lynchpin of Arkansas's defense, and the city would fall. Varkas watched as his soldiers surged forward, clashing with the defenders in a maelstrom of steel and screams.
Lyan moved through the chaos like a phantom, his glaive flashing in the moonlight as he cut down enemy soldiers with practiced precision. His presence seemed to bolster his troops, their formation shifting and adapting to his commands with an almost preternatural fluidity. It was as if the defenders could anticipate every move Varkas's forces made, always one step ahead, always in perfect sync.
"Focus on Evocatore!" Varkas shouted, rallying his men. "Cut off the head, and the body will fall!"
