Lisbeth put on her armor with swift precision, her expression hardened with resolve. There was no time to waste. The enemy was closing in.
Her voice cut through the chaos as she barked orders to the servants capable of fighting. Their fear was shown in their eyes but muted by the urgency of her command.
"To the west gate!" she roared, rallying them. Every second counted as they awaited King Valentin's troops to reinforce the western defenses.
But the battle waited for no one. When Lisbeth reached the west building, the air was thick with the clash of powers and the sickening smell of blood. The enemy had already breached the gates, pouring in like a relentless tide.
Without hesitation, she bellowed, "Charge!" her voice ringing out over the chaos.
