Action III

Commander Tusk stood tall atop the watchtower. 

His eyes scanned the vast fortress, which appeared both grand and unyielding. Under the scorching sun, his knights were busy preparing the defence weapons—giant, menacing ballistae, rows of archers with their bows at the ready, and hidden traps laid throughout the fortress. Everything looked perfect, impenetrable.

"Do they really think they can take down this fortress?" Tusk muttered with a smirk of confidence. "This fortress has never fallen, and it won't be any different this time. Whoever comes will be destroyed."

However, behind his arrogance, Tusk was unaware that the enemy approaching this time was no ordinary foe. Johan and his troops were not carrying bows, swords, or traditional weapons. They came with something far more dangerous—something Tusk had never imagined.

Outside the walls, Johan stood tall with the second unit.