บท 66: The sight of a goddess

In the depths of a moonless night, the wind blew fierce and a storm brewed in the sky, almost shrouding everything in darkness.

Meanwhile, a fierce warrior led 4000 valiant souls into battle, their swords gleaming with determination and their hearts afire with the promise of victory.

Soon, they attacked, the sound of the feet of men and the feet of horses made the ground tremble as they ran to destroy each other.

The clash of steel and the roar of battle echoed across the darkened plains as they charged into the fray, their cries of defiance drowning out the thunder of war drums.

For a brief glorious moment, it seemed as though victory was within their grasp. The enemy was completely caught off guard by the ferocity of the assault, and they faltered before the onslaught of the warrior's forces.