POV Player Agamemnon:
A horde of humanoids run through the forest, all clad in heavy armor, their green capes waving behind them. Their weapons glinted under the silver moonlight passing between the leaves of the tall, ancient oaks.
"For the Agamemnon!" Their shouts and yells echoed through the night, their mind burning with bloodthirsty and greed. The roars and thunders were accompanied by flashes of light in the sky.
Between them, a player in an ornamental and green cloak slowly walked forward, his blonde locks falling on his face, 'Phh, cowards! They are all cowards; without that stupid dragon, they would forever remain losers!'
He raised his hand, and they all stopped at the edge of the woods.
The field of destruction sprawled all the way from the new forest border all the way to the crumbled walls and buried trench. There were no traces left of the forest before them, everything replaced by brutalized fields of plain soil littered by smoldering, black craters.
