NARRATOR

Around a hundred men advanced, armed and ready to fight—to wage war until the bitter end… An end that came far too soon.

Ovidio’s eyes gleamed with greed as he saw the enormous reinforced gates swing open. But his expression quickly twisted into shock and panic when he realized what awaited on the other side—

The dreaded cavalry charge.

A wall of riders galloped toward them, their faces murderous, and at the head of the charge, gripping a blood-drenched sword in his gloved hand, was the ruthless, heartless Butcher Duke of Everhart.

Behind him, the city burned in flames, still reeling from the battle against Thesio’s rebellious forces.

But Ovidio was a leader, too. After his initial shock, he quickly assessed the battlefield—Elliot had fewer men than him.

"Fight bravely! Hold the line! Do not retreat!" he shouted, puffing out his chest, trying to rally his frightened soldiers.

But as he glanced over his shoulder—his blood turned to ice.

They couldn’t retreat, even if they want