Chapter 111:

The wind whips through the battlefield, carrying the acrid scent of smoke and blood, a thick, suffocating miasma that clings to everything. The ground beneath us trembles with the weight of a hundred battles fought at once, a relentless pulse of violence that reverberates through the very earth.

"Ethan! Keep your focus!" King Damon's voice cuts through the chaos like a blade, sharp and commanding, a beacon of authority in the swirling vortex of war. "You're barking orders like a madman."

Ethan huffs, his eyes locked on the advancing rogues, his face a mask of grim determination. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, now is not the time for leisure."

Damon chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that barely registers above the din of battle, barely sparing Ethan a glance. "And yet, you're still flapping your mouth instead of shooting arrows."