A true knight does keep his oaths. Therefore, I must fulfill my duty and bring an end to your unwavering devotion to Cescil at this very moment.
— Uzana
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Gone was their meticulous order, replaced with frenzied pandemonium. Their calculated composure crumbled dramatically, and in its place emerged a frantic scramble for safety.
Soldiers spun away from the onslaught, casting aside the meticulous strategies and formations mapped out in war rooms. Their ultimate goal suddenly shifted from victory to mere survival.
The battlefield, once an epicenter of steadfast resistance and clashing steel, saw its character take a harsh twist.
It was now a stage for haphazard retreat, a sprawling plain of chaos where once stood an army.
High above this tumult, Arnulph Varma and Rastislav Sawrahan commandeered the sky, each astride their respective dragons.