The thousand riders of the Turkin Kingdom thundered forward with overwhelming momentum, their demonic mounts shaking the ground beneath them. The force of their charge created an immense pressure that would have unnerved any foe—but the Leviathans knew no fear. Drones surged to meet them, hundreds of thousands marching head-on, piling one upon the other to increase the force of their assault.
As the distance between the two armies dwindled to less than a hundred meters, a torrent of fireballs descended upon the Leviathan vanguard. Explosions erupted as thousands of drones were obliterated in a flash of fiery light. The attack, orchestrated by the Golden Wave Legion's mages, didn't significantly impact the Leviathan's overwhelming numbers. Still, it was enough to create gaps in their otherwise impenetrable wall—a gift the Turkin riders did not waste.
