As the princes got ready for the fight, there was a strong feeling of expectation in the air. They each had individual motivations for engaging in combat, carrying their own personal struggles, yet they came together with a strong resolve to defend their kingdom no matter what.
Derrick emerged from his quarters, wearing armor decorated with the emblem of the Astral group. With a firm gaze and unwavering determination, he observed the assembled soldiers in front of him. Acknowledging his leader, he positioned himself at the front of the troops, prepared to guide his group into the upcoming fight.
Xavier stood proudly next to his siblings, keeping watch for any hint of the enemy on the horizon. His mother's soldiers were prepared, their weapons shining under the sunlight. Clutching his swo
