The morning sun rose over Frostwind, but there was no warmth in the air. Scouts returned with urgent news: rival princes had coordinated a large-scale strike, combining mercenaries, rebel factions, and disloyal governors. The provinces faced danger on multiple fronts simultaneously.
Kael approached Arin, his face grave.
"My lord, this is unlike anything before. They have spread their forces thin to overwhelm our defenses. Provinces may falter if we do not act decisively."
Arin's expression remained calm, sharp, and unwavering.
"Then we act. Frostwind's strength is not in numbers alone—it is in strategy, foresight, and unity. Candidates, lead our response. Timing, coordination, and courage will determine the outcome."
Elara, Mira, and Seren nodded, determination in their eyes.
Elara reinforced northern villages, using barriers and disciplined sword units to protect civilians and repel mercenary forces. Her calm authority reassured soldiers and villagers alike.
Mira predicted ambushes and disruptions, deploying magical wards to slow enemy advances while coordinating elite troops for maximum efficiency. Her foresight allowed Frostwind's forces to strike precisely where needed.
Seren led the eastern vanguard, confronting mercenary detachments directly. Her energy and courage inspired soldiers, turning potentially chaotic encounters into decisive victories.
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Multi-Front Threat +30%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Candidate Tactical Coordination +18%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Army Morale +15%]
Hours passed in intense clashes. Provinces were defended, civilians were protected, and enemy forces began to retreat. The candidates' coordination and loyalty had proven crucial.
Arin allowed himself a rare moment to glance at his candidates. Elara's calm efficiency, Mira's precise foresight, and Seren's bold energy were not just tactical advantages—they were pillars of trust and unity, binding Frostwind together.
After the battle, as the candidates regrouped and assessed losses, a small, lighter moment broke through the tension. Seren, brushing dust from her armor, nudged Arin playfully.
"You know, Sixth Prince, if you keep sending us into chaos like this, I might start charging you interest for 'stress insurance.'"
Elara shot Seren a faint smile, trying to hide her amusement.
"Some discipline is required, of course. But a little levity never hurts."
Even Mira's calm expression softened as she remarked,
"It is… beneficial to maintain morale. Your humor may be an asset, Sixth Prince."
Arin allowed himself a small, amused grin.
"Then I suppose my 'stress insurance' is worth it. But only because you all fight so well."
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Candidate Emotional Bonds +10%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Candidate Loyalty +8%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Army Cohesion +12%]
As night fell, Frostwind was secure once more, but Arin knew rival princes were not done. Yet these moments—strategic victories, trust forged in battle, and subtle laughter shared among his closest allies—were the true foundations of the dynasty's rise.