The Solinthar Empire frontline collapsed under the sheer numbers of the horde, and panic ensued. While many tried to flee, the ones who chose to fight could barely hold off against the staggering numbers of the enemy.
Their cavalry unit charged forward, displaying commendable bravery and heroism, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the thousands of Orc Beast Riders.
What was once a fierce battle between two sides quickly became a one-sided massacre!
And that's where I come in!
As a man who has led mercenaries and troops into battles, the most important thing an army needs in moments like this is hope.
The world seemed dark, their warlocks were clearly out of breath and a step away from death. What they needed was a ray of light that could pierce through the darkness and show them the path to survival.
I WILL BECOME THAT LIGHT!
"ENOUGH!" I bellowed at the top of my voice, drawing confused glances from both armies.
SWOOSH!
BOOOM!
