"Execute the plan!" Surshen's voice was firm and unyielding as he surveyed the battlefield. His gaze lingered on the coalition's advancing front, assessing every movement with a strategist's precision. Turning to the fourth- and fifth-level commanders of the Duskin tribe, he gave them a sharp nod. These commanders, handpicked from his trusted ranks, stood ready, their loyalty as solid as the iron in their weapons.
The commanders responded in unison, "Yes, sir!" and without further hesitation, dispersed into the fray, each knowing exactly where they needed to be.
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At the Defense Line