"We're almost finished," City Lord Longus murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the battlefield with relief. The once-formidable Obsidian Terrors, towering beasts of shadow and steel, were now reduced to a scattered, disoriented few. The relentless onslaught led by his forces, coupled with the loss of their keens had broken their ranks, leaving them vulnerable and aimless.
"Congratulations, Lord Longus!" Mirrel Nortel's voice cut through the atmosphere of the battlefield, his tone a blend of sincere admiration and calculated flattery. He stepped forward from the sidelines, his regal armor gleaming despite the grime of battle. "It's thanks to your leadership and unmatched strength that we were able to bring down these nightmare creatures so swiftly. Your power knows no bounds."
