The battle raged on with a ferocity that turned the sky to dusk and the earth to mud.Blood, corpses, severed limbs, and agonized cries filled the air, suffocating Mount Whitemist in their wake.Death came with the daylight, and the mountain was bathed in a thin, warm golden hue.Rafael rode in, shouting for them to surrender and hand over Victor.Victor shouted equally loudly, retorting that the people of Starhaven were treacherous. Once they laid down their weapons, only death awaited them. But if they fought on, there was still a slim chance of survival.Yet, how could they hope to fight? The Starhaven forces were armed to the teeth, with six-barreled matchlocks capable of picking them off from afar.It was a battle they could never win.One by one, Victor's men fell, lifeless in the blood-soaked earth.Victor raised his sword, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions: failure, death, despair.Once, he had stood tall on the Southern Frontier—a hero among his people, his family
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