The war was far from over. The night stretched ahead, long and unforgiving. Atlas's alliance had suffered heavy casualties, yet the battle could not end here.
Hesitation meant weakness, and weakness meant defeat. If they faltered now, the hard-earned victory they had seized could slip away, and the path to conquering this Dominion would become even more treacherous.
They moved quickly, forcing themselves into a rapid recovery, determined to finish the war tonight. Many of their soldiers had fallen in the last clash, but their sacrifice had not been in vain. In exchange, nearly three hundred enemy troops had been destroyed, along with one of the enemy lords—the one whose defenses had been the strongest among them.
Atlas and his forces marched toward the towering walls of Central Frostress, their momentum unstoppable. Enemy soldiers stood guard atop the fortress walls, but before they could mount a proper defense.
BOOM!
