Back on the battlefield, the soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom stood in stunned silence. They couldn't comprehend the god-like beings that had just intervened in their battle. Confusion swirled through their ranks, but before panic could take hold, they heard the voice of their king cutting through the haze.
"My soldiers, attack in the name of your king!"
The soldiers, who had been teetering on the edge of despair, felt the weight of their dread lift at the sound of their king's command. Relief turned into burning resolve as they saw the horizon fill with reinforcements—tens of thousands of their brothers and comrades marching in perfect unison toward the demonic horde. Their spirits surged, and where fear had once gripped them, now there was only vengeance and fury.
"Kill all those monsters. Crash them to pieces!" King Viserin led the charge, his eyes burning with righteous anger as he urged his men forward.
