"Battle has come! Everyone, brace for impact!" Reynald's voice thundered across the field, firm and commanding.
The moment his words echoed, the battlefield trembled under the weight of the incoming horde. A black tide of undead surged forward, their shrieks and roars distorting the air. The defending army stood their ground, their bodies tensing, teeth gritting, and hearts pounding. Even the bravest among them could not help but swallow hard at the overwhelming sight before them.
Yet amidst that storm of fear, two figures stood calm—Reynald and Rein. Generals of their respective forces, the warriors and the mages. Their eyes did not falter; they read the battlefield like a book, absorbing every movement with the poise expected of seasoned leaders.
"Mages! Now!" Rein's voice cut through the chaos like lightning.
