The soldiers of the Grey Empire were being overrun by Greg's forces. What once seemed like an unbreakable tide of imperial might now crumbled rapidly. Their numbers were diminishing at an alarming rate, their formations torn apart. Deprived of leadership—Commander Joshua dead, War Commander Harold gone, and the emperor himself occupied in a brutal duel—there was no one left to rally the troops. Without guidance, even the most disciplined soldiers were reduced to aimless fighters. The mighty Grey Empire had become a headless lamb, served on a platter before a pack of hungry wolves.
The imperial soldiers could no longer hold their ground. Their morale shattered, their will eroded, and they found themselves completely dominated by Greg's relentless followers—zealots driven by faith, fury, and the desire to see their god victorious.
