Win? By what means?
Should the frontline falter, a tempestuous tide of dragons would ravage the Western Lands in an inconceivably brief span. Unless Ansel could vanquish that monster emerging from the rift with a single, instantaneous strike, then swiftly reconstitute the defensive line; or, in the blink of an eye, annihilate the oncoming draconic horde before confronting that enigmatic monster...
The rift materialized at the epicenter of the realm previously consumed by devouring flames, bereft of not only civilians but any living entity. No justification of safeguarding Western Lands's populace could prioritize addressing that front.
It coldly surveyed the chessboard as the situation crystallized, compelling Ansel to make his move.
Yet why should I dance to your tune and make such a choice?
