"Should I capture them?"
Evernight asked, watching the retreating figures of the four men.
"No need," Igaris replied coldly, his gaze sharp as blades. "When the time is right, they will know their place."
"Tell our soldiers to be ready. Today, we will move."
As soon as his command was relayed, Commander Undead Mathius stepped forward, taking charge with solemn dignity.
Wielding his massive dark greatsword in one hand, he raised it high into the air. A chilling wind swept across the battlefield as his voice rang out, deep and commanding.
"Today, soldiers, is a day to carve into the bones of history. Today, we become the sword and the shield of the Overlord. We fight not just to defend, but to bring justice and peace to the world.
This is the first step toward that dream. Do not waver. Do not cower.
Because even if you fall, your name will be etched into the heart of the Overlord's Empire, never to be forgotten."
