The battlefield around the capital was a cacophony of clashing swords and battle cries. Tillian, Stanis, Kassian, and Yanad led their troops with unwavering determination, their blades gleaming under the morning sky as they pressed forward against King Euris's forces. It seemed like victory was within their grasp, their combined might slowly but surely overpowering the enemy.
Tillian's eyes locked onto King Euris, who stood at the heart of his faltering army. With a nod to his soldiers, he advanced, his massive black sword held high, ready to clash one-on-one with the king. The two leaders faced each other, the tension between them ready to ignite.
King Euris's lips curled into a sneer as he lifted his sword, matching Tillian's stance. "Even if you defeat me here, Duke Valentine, you will still lose this war."
Tillian's eyes narrowed. "And why is that?"