"ARRGGGHH!" Grand Marshal Anglius roared, raising his halberd high as the colossal power of his giant frame flared. He butchered every Leviathan in sight, guiding the rest of the Golden Wave Legion to follow suit. Torn shells and shredded limbs piled around him, testimony to his unrelenting fury.
"Now, use all you have left! Kill these monsters!" King Viserin's commanding voice echoed across the battlefield. He rallied his elite Turkin riders into a final charge, their monstrous mounts trampling the drones underfoot while their blades sundered anything too stubborn to be crushed. Other black-armored soldiers and the remaining Turkin riders did not remain idle; under the guidance of their commanders, they spread across the battlefield, slaughtering every Leviathan they could find.
