General Raniel stood atop the half-demolished building, his eyes fixed on the chaotic scene unfolding below.
The clash between the goblins and the knights had reached a fever pitch, but Raniel had made up his mind—he wanted no part in this senseless conflict.
"Men, withdraw from the battle!" Raniel's voice boomed over the din of combat.
"We have no business fighting in this war."
Confusion rippled through the ranks of the knights and goblin soldiers. They exchanged bewildered glances, uncertain of their next move.
But Raniel's command was clear, and his authority resounded even in the midst of chaos.
Throk, the cunning old goblin leader, appeared at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.
"What's this, Raniel? Have you lost your nerve?"
Raniel's jaw clenched with restrained fury.
"Fuck you old man, I can't believe I fell for your selfish intentions."