As Vlad and the legions of the Xaos Kingdom charged forward with a might that seemed capable of sundering oceans, the forces of the Azarin Empire braced themselves for the onslaught.
Soldiers lined the battlements, spells hummed in preparation, and the air crackled with anticipation as the military might of the empire prepared to unleash its full fury on the invaders. Yet, while all eyes were fixed on the impending clash to the south, a third party moved silently on the capital's northern edge.
Positioned away from the battle's center were Jormungandr, Amara, Golten, and Kira. Their expressions betrayed the toll the past seventy-two hours had taken on them. Exhaustion hung heavy on their faces, yet their resolve remained unbroken. Failure to achieve their goal would have cost the lives of hundreds of their comrades, so it was not an option.
