The sun had barely risen when the scouts reported a new wave of horned tribe warriors approaching. Young Baron Wallace stood on the ramparts, surveying the horizon with a mixture of determination and weariness. The previous battle had been taxing, but he knew there was no time to rest. He turned to his Mana Knights, their faces set in grim resolve.
"Prepare yourselves," Wallace commanded, his voice carrying the weight of leadership. "More of them are coming. This time, we'll use the Predator armors."
The knights exchanged glances, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in their eyes. The Predator armors were a marvel of ancient technology, enhancing their abilities with camouflage and plasma blasts but at a cost. Wallace knew this would be their best chance at holding off the relentless horned tribe.
