Nathaniel's facial expression contorted in anger as he commanded a retreat. He observed the chaotic scene of the battlefield with his eyes. His once confident forces were now dispersing like leaves in the wind, overcome by the collective strength of Greywolf and their allies. Covered in blood and bruises, he understood that this was not the conclusion, but only a temporary obstacle.
"Retreat!" he yelled, his voice rough and hoarse. "Assemble at the fortress!"
Feeling desperate, his troops followed his command and retreated in chaos. While Nathaniel rode off on his horse, he couldn't stop thinking about getting revenge. He required additional allies, more powerful forces, and a fresh strategy to completely defeat Greywolf.
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Nathaniel walked angrily in his war room at his fortress, the walls amplifying his frustration. Various maps and military strategies were spread out across the table, none of which were able to help him gain the upper hand.