The battlefield roared with chaos, steel clashing against steel, spells tearing through the sky, and the cries of men and beasts filling the valley. Blackspire’s banners stood firm amidst the storm, their lion crest defiant against Varik’s tide of darkness.
Ren’s breaths came steady, controlled, his body moving with calculated precision as Frostbane snarled at his side. Every strike he made was guided by both instinct and the cold, flawless logic of the System.
[System Notification: Enemy Morale at 38% — Collapse Likely within 4–6 Hours][Prediction: Target Varik to Accelerate Collapse]
Ren’s eyes locked onto Varik, still astride his monstrous war beast, shadow energy swirling around him like a storm. The general’s presence kept his army tethered. If Varik fell, his forces would crumble.
