Mamir, Eovar, and the great host finally reached the stone walls of the Sahal Kingdom after days of marching. But the sight that rose before them was dreadful: 10,000 dark knights stood guard at the gates. Born of shadow, their massive bodies were wrapped in black smoke, and their eyes burned red like hellfire.
Mamir's voice thundered like the sky itself:
— "Forward! Attack!"
In an instant, the dwarves slammed their shields together and charged, the elves loosed a storm of arrows. Mamir, Ener, Necor, Bete, and Runya drew their blades and rushed into the front lines.
⚔️ The Battlefield
Dwarves swung their hammers, each blow shattering shadow-knights into clouds of smoke.
Elven archers shot through the gaps, their radiant arrows bursting in the dark creatures' chests.
Mamir roared as he swung his sword, cutting one shadow-knight in two, then turned and felled another with a single strike.
Ener wielded the colossal black blade — nearly two meters long — that Necor had given him in Elandur's hell. Each swing tore through several shadow-knights at once, the black steel flashing like lightning in the storm.
Necor, with twin black swords in hand, danced through the battlefield like death itself. Every strike from his dual blades ripped apart the smoky bodies of the enemy, scattering them with agonized screams.
Runya, standing behind, unleashed waves of healing light, mending the wounds of their soldiers while guarding Kirarya and Bete.
The battle raged for hours. Every clash shook the ground, and the sky itself seemed to darken as if the sun had hidden in fear.
At last, the dark knights began to fall one by one. Screams, explosions of shadow, and then — nothing but fading smoke. But the victory was costly: 150 dwarves and 100 elves had given their lives.
Mamir looked down at the blood-soaked ground, his fists clenched, his eyes blazing with grief and fury.
— "We march into the city! This is only the beginning. The war is far from over!"
⚡ Inside the City
The gates opened, and the army advanced heavily into Sahal. What they found there froze their blood.
The streets were drowned in shadow. Whispers echoed from every corner, and the very air seemed alive with malice. Then a low rumble shook the city, and soldiers turned pale.
100,000 dark creatures.
An entire host of shadow-born monsters filled the streets. At their head stood a towering black-skinned orc with the face of a man. His venomous green eyes glowed with cruel fire.
The orc roared, his voice splitting the sky:
— "I am Trawen! One of Ostomas' commanders! And you… little prince Mamir… now is the time you die!"
He drew his massive blade and pointed it directly at Mamir. At once, the 100,000 shadow creatures shrieked like demons and charged.
Mamir raised his sword high and shouted:
— "Forward, my army! Today we either vanish into darkness, or carve a victory into history itself! Destroy the shadows!"
And thus began the great war against the darkness.
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