The gold-armored lord burst into laughter. "You surely are the most foolish lord I've ever met, Atlas. Truly."
He shook his head, still chuckling. "I have no idea where that ridiculous confidence of yours comes from. But let's be real, you marched your army straight into their own grave."
Then, his expression hardened, his voice laced with condescension.
"Tell me. How exactly do you plan to get out of this? Do you think your little tricks will win you this war? You're naïve. Far too naïve. You're premature, boy. You don't belong here."
As he spoke, his army sprang into action, their movements swift and precise. Rows of soldiers advanced in perfect formation, moving with well-practiced discipline as they rushed forward, maintaining their ranks.
In mere moments, they spread out, surrounding Atlas's forces from every direction, boxing them in, ready to crush them.
The gold-armored lord scoffed, shaking his head as he casually stepped forward.
"Honestly? This is just… boring."
