Thirty minutes passed.
That was all it took for everything to collapse.
Five thousand armed men had flooded the streets like a living storm, moving in with the confidence of an unstoppable force. They had come with noise, with pride, and with the belief that numbers alone would decide victory.
Now the same street was silent.
The ground was covered with fallen bodies. Broken weapons lay scattered everywhere, some half buried in dark pools of blood that were slowly spreading across the pavement.
At the center of it all, sixty knights still stood in formation.
None of them were panicking.
None of them looked tired.
Their breathing was steady, controlled, almost mechanical, as if they had only finished a routine drill instead of surviving a full-scale war.
Their armor was stained, but
