The Sultan, consumed by fury, led the charge himself, clashing with Khalid at the front lines. Their blades met again and again, sparks flying with every furious strike, each man battling not just to kill, but to bury decades of betrayal. Around them, chaos churned as Janissaries fought to hold the Rumelian cavalry within the camp's limits, while the clash between the two old generals became a symbol of two worlds colliding — one fighting for conquest, the other for retribution.
Ali Çelebi, seeing the danger and his brother's reckless tunnel vision, immediately took command. Though it defied the Sultan's direct orders, he dispatched contingents of Janissaries away from the central brawl, reinforcing the outer camps and scanning the darkness beyond. His instincts screamed that this was not the full weight of the Roman attack. He knew Giovanni Junior too well — the prince was not one to gamble elite cavalry on a mere diversion.
And Ali was right.
