"In the vast expanse of Grandanian lands, two mighty armies stand poised on either side of a vast plain. To the left, the formidable Morivian army, clad in brown armor and divided into four divisions, each consisting of skilled archers, expert cavalrymen, and fierce spear-wielding soldiers. They stand ready to crush any enemy foolish enough to challenge them.
In the center of the Morivian army, four figures move quickly through the military lines, as straight and true as a ruler. The left flank is commanded by the fearless King Edward, while the right is led by the cunning General Richard the Third. The remaining flanks are under the control of Prince Leon and his trusted right-hand man, Antonio.
Prince Leon's division is the largest, and he has carefully divided them into two groups for optimal performance. His power and influence are unquestioned, and his men are fiercely loyal to him. On the opposing side of the plain, the Grandanian army awaits.
As the two armies prepare for battle, the four Morivian leaders pause to address their troops. King Edward steps forward, his voice ringing out across the plain.
"Warriors, brave fighters! Ahead of us lies the castle where victory awaits us. Today is the day for sharp swords, strong arms, and hearts filled with courage!"
"It is the day to roar like a lion, leap like a wolf, and strike like an eagle. Today is the day we uproot and wipe our enemies from the pages of history!"
The Morivian army responds with a mighty roar of agreement, "Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
As the Grandanian army charges forward, blinded by fury, the Morivians stand their ground. The first and second legions hold firm, ready to face their foes head-on. But Prince Leon has other plans. He and Antonio secretly divert their divisions from the battlefield, each heading in a different direction.
"Hold the line!" King Edward commands. "Shield wall! Spear men, to the front line!"
"Aye, sire!" The thunderous response echoes across the plain.
With a resounding crash, the shields are locked together, held by stalwart soldiers armed with deadly spears.
"Brace!" The Grandanian army is now only thirty meters away.
"Brace!" They are just three steps from the Morivian lines.
"Push!" The king's voice rings out, and the Morivian army surges forward, spears flashing in the sunlight.
The Grandanian soldiers fall back, unable to withstand the onslaught. The Morivian front line is shaken, with some of the spear-wielding soldiers falling to the ground. The tide of battle seems to be turning in favor of the Grandanians.
But Prince Leon is one step ahead. He had advised his father to change their attack formation, having received intelligence that their original plan had been leaked to the enemy. "Show no mercy!" he commands, rallying his troops.
With lightning speed, Prince Leon reappears on the battlefield, sandwiching the Grandanian army between his forces and the bloodthirsty Morivians.
It is the end of the Grandanian kingdom, long-standing enemies of the Morivian people. They had invaded Morivia, seeking to conquer its fertile western lands. But the Morivian kingdom had made a vow to conquer them down to the last inch of their land, and they kept their promise by capturing their final stronghold: the Bergen Castle.