Justice has been served.

Hills overlooking the Song Dynasty

Prince Dorian stood at the heart of it all, his golden cloak billowing behind him as he gazed toward the looming walls of the Song capital. Even from this distance, the city's presence was formidable, its towering fortifications a silent testament to centuries of strength. Yet, to him, it was nothing more than a grand illusion—one that would soon crumble beneath his feet.

General Kaede, ever watchful, adjusted the straps of his armor and stepped forward. "Scouts have returned. The city remains heavily guarded."

Dorian smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement. "As expected. They still believe their walls will protect them."

Kaede remained wary. "We cannot afford to underestimate them. The Song Dynasty is not weak."

Dorian's gaze did not waver. "No empire is invincible. They may have warriors, but they lack the one thing that truly determines victory."

Kaede arched a brow. "And that is?"