Winning The war.

The first impact shook the fortress walls. Stones cracked, dust and debris raining down as the undead war machines of the Lost Empire struck with terrifying precision. They didn't move like mindless creatures. No, their attacks were calculated, efficient—like warriors that had fought thousands of wars and had never forgotten a single battle.

Jack stood at the top of the fortress, Katrina at his side, the Elven Queen behind him. His mind raced, analyzing every movement, every formation, every strike. These weren't simple enemies. This was a force engineered for war itself.

"Hold the line!" Katrina commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Her soldiers, disciplined and battle-hardened, obeyed instantly.

But Jack could see it. Their shields dented, their formation shaken. The Lost Army was pressing forward with relentless force. They weren't slowing down. They weren't stopping.

Jack clenched his fists. This was exactly what he wanted.