The night descended upon us with alarming speed, casting a dark veil over the landscape as we prepared for the impending battle. My mind was consumed by thoughts of the upcoming conflict, and as I lay in bed, I gazed at my sharp sword, its glimmering blade beckoning to me like a siren's call.
In my mind's eye, I envisioned the carnage that was to come, the thrill of victory and the rush of triumph that would follow. I had a plan, a strategy that I had crafted with painstaking detail, one that would ensure my success and secure my place as the ruler of the five cities.
As I lay there lost in thought, I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of chaos outside. The air was thick with panic, and I could hear the sound of my minions marching in unison, their feet pounding the earth like a drumbeat.
