Chaos reigned across all corners of the 150 escort carriages. The Valiant soldiers held the front lines, forming a solid wall of defense, while the Valiant examinees provided support from behind.
Arrows flew, magic crackled, and every guard stood ready to face anyone attempting to breach their lines. Swordsmen and close-range fighters moved between ranks, intercepting bandits attacking from the sides, while commoners and nobles helped each other regardless of status, united for a single purpose: survival.
Horses neighed, carriages rocked over uneven ground, chains creaked, and dust mingled with blood hung in the air. The clash of metal, screams, and explosions of magic formed a brutal symphony of chaos.
"Keep the left flank tight!" shouted a Valiant soldier, parrying an incoming blade.
"Don't let them split our line!" another yelled, blocking a bandit thrust.
