"Now, where was I?" Malgarius whispered, his eyes scanning the battlefield with keen interest. He wanted to see the battle through to the end, curious if there were any intriguing developments he might have missed. His gaze darted from one skirmish to another, searching for any signs of weakness or opportunity that could be exploited in his quest for revenge.
"Ah, there it is," the king murmured, his eyes falling on a group of warriors who were struggling against a horde of dark forces.
They were the last defenders, fighting against the seemingly endless swarm of the dark forces.
