The battlefield stretched like a scar across the land, torn and muddied by the relentless struggle that had raged since morning.
The men of Wyfn-Garde clashed with the soldiers of Fooleria in a brutal dance of attack and defense. Blood soaked the earth, mingling with shattered weapons and broken armor.
The stench of sweat, blood, and death filled the air as the soldiers' shouts and the clash of steel resounded like a symphony of chaos.
Wyfn-Garde's forces were holding their own, but just barely. Though they pushed forward, the Foolerian soldiers were relentless, their sheer numbers making it impossible to declare victory.
The strongest knight, Sir Alden, had fallen hours ago, his body now lying cold among the countless others. His death was a heavy blow to morale, yet the men fought on, determined to honor his sacrifice.