The ground shook as Sengolio's soldiers poured through the shattered gates. Shouts and screams filled the air, the clash of steel echoing off the city walls.
Then…
BWOOM!
A deep, commanding horn blasted from beyond the ridge. Heads turned toward the sound. Dust billowed, sunlight glinting off steel and polished armor.
Lumberling's army thundered forward. Horses snorted, boars bellowed, and four golden eagles cried out from above, their shadows sweeping over the battlefield.
At the front, each captain rode with their vice-captain at their side, leading their units like waves crashing into the enemy.
Aren spearheaded the elite squads, sixty-four hardened warriors, his spear sweeping wide. The first swing cut through two enemy soldiers in one motion, their bodies hitting the ground before their screams could escape.
"Stay together!" he barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. "If you can't win, fall back and let me and Rogar handle it!"
