The last standing Bargesian defence crumbled as the sun broke through the gloomy winter sky. The cold ground, strewn with motionless bodies and casualties, bore witness to a battle so fierce that it lasted for days.
The Bargesian armies, unprepared for a massive ambush, fought hard but found no chance to withdraw. Their numbers were slightly smaller than those of the enemies, but they had high-performance weapons—capable of toppling a kingdom. However, the allied Cassian battalions outmanoeuvred them with exceptional skill and meticulous planning.
"Please! Please don't kill me!" a Bargesian soldier cried, lying on his back with hands raised in desperation, trying to block the impending attack.
A Knight of Neblim from the Cassian army held a spear poised to end the young soldier's life. The sound of the plea reached Kyren's ears, resonating within him. It sounded so youthful that he was sure it couldn't be a man beneath the armour.