The night had fallen with a suddenness that seemed to leave the world in a murky haze. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the anticipation of the battle that lay ahead. I lay in bed, gazing at the glimmering blade of my sword, lost in thought as I contemplated the events of the next day. My mind was set on taking four heads, as only they were worthy of the sharpness of my weapon. I had a plan for the five cities and the gold that they held, and that plan involved the deaths of four brothers, leaving the fifth one alive to serve me.
As I pondered my strategy, I became aware of some strange noises outside. It sounded like panic had taken over the people, and my minions were already marching. I carefully placed my sword in its cover and got out of bed, feeling an ominous sense of foreboding as I prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
