The Warbringer's army, vast and relentless, surged toward Nor's forces like a tidal wave of darkness. Yet, something had shifted. The soldiers of Nor, once weary and uncertain, now stood tall, their hearts filled with an unshakable faith. The three princes led the charge, not with arrogance but with the divine strength of the God they had once forsaken.
Andros roared as he met the enemy, his fists crushing steel and bone alike. The power coursing through him was greater than ever before, and no man could stand in his way. Calen's spear flew with such precision and force that it seemed to bend the very air, taking down wave after wave of foes.
Kyros, moving with the grace of a dancer, wielded his sword with such mastery that the battlefield became his arena, and the enemy stood no chance.At the heart of the battlefield, the Warbringer appeared, a monstrous figure cloaked in shadow.
His eyes burned with an evil light, but the princes were unafraid. Together, they charged at him, their weapons gleaming with the power of their renewed faith.With a final blow from Andros, the Warbringer fell, his dark essence dissipating into the wind.
The battle was over, and the light of victory filled the air. Nor was saved, not just by the strength of its princes, but by the power of faith restored.