Guranjar gritted his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he fought to control his fury. He crossed his arms, his voice cold and measured.
"Don't be too arrogant, Kurashan. Without my mage unit, those enchanted armors your precious magic knights are wearing would be nothing more than expensive scrap metal. Who do you think maintains the enchantments on those tower shields? Who reinforces the barrier wards on your cavalry's barding? Who ensures your cannons don't explode in your own faces when fired? You may command the soldiers, but my mages are the ones keeping your entire army functional. If I decided to withdraw my support, your 'invincible' heavy cavalry would be cut down like common infantry."
