General Varkis's head rolled across the blood-soaked ground, the final moments of his vision capturing the complete annihilation of his once formidable army.
The mighty Hobgoblin forces, once ten thousand strong, now lay in ruins. The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation, dominated by the overpowering might of the Seadwellers.
As Varkis's head came to a stop, his lifeless eyes reflected the chaos and destruction around him. The disciplined Ebizo soldiers moved with thousand-years-past-down experience and strategy, their formation unbroken, their resolve unshaken.
Each swing of their swords and thrust of their spears was a testament to their superior training and unyielding spirit. The Hobgoblins, who once charged with fierce aggression, were now reduced to scattered remnants, fleeing in disarray.
