Xiulote gazed toward the front line; the situation had completely tilted in favor of the Alliance. With the failure of the Copper-axe Guards' charge, the morale of the Royal Army had once again faltered. Warriors on both flanks of the Royal Army drew into a fully defensive circle formation, while the center's Tarasco Militia was on the verge of collapse, leaving only a few thin lines of defense. Behind the enemy's center, the inherited Eagle Banner limply fluttered. The resolute Tarasco "King," along with a sparse group of trusted aides, stood bravely under the Royal Banner.
"Caught in a deadly trap, he holds his ground till the end. Truly a glorious King," worthy of the most exalted sacrifice!
The young King stared at the Eagle Banner for a moment, then turned his gaze to the King in golden armor, genuinely whispering in admiration. Soon after, his expression turned solemn, and he swung the command flag vigorously.
