The leaders of the coalition stood tall, undaunted by the overwhelming power before them.
Throrin tightened his grip on his hammer, stepping forward to face one of the generals. "I'll take this one. Let's see what these so-called vanguard are made of."
The Demon Lord and Ithil exchanged a brief glance before nodding. "We'll handle them," the Demon Lord said, his voice cold. "Focus on the King."
Lance, Aldric, Aelyndra, and the Wyvern King moved toward the castle gates, their path leading directly to the Immortal King.
"You four against me," the Immortal King said, his tone almost playful. "An interesting choice. Very well. Let us see if you can entertain me."
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The battlefield erupted into motion as the Twelve Generals clashed with the coalition lords. Each confrontation was a battle of titans, the ground quaking beneath their feet and the air crackling with energy.
