Kingdom of Mountel
The battle continued.
Smoke covered large portions of the battlefield while screams echoed endlessly beneath the darkening skies.
Soldiers dressed in Mountel's deep red armor continued advancing steadily across the blood-soaked field like a spreading tide that refused to stop.
And King Altruss was pleased.
It was one thing for his people to starve slowly within their own kingdom. It was another thing entirely for him to drag them into war only to lose.
That could never happen.
Not now.
Not after everything he had sacrificed to build the weapons that currently tore through Aldrack's army.
From his position closer to the battlefield, Altruss watched calmly as Mountel's soldiers pushed forward under the commands of their general.
The guns had changed everything.
The soldiers themselves knew it too.
Confidence flowed through Mountel's army with every thunderous shot fired from the frontlines. Every Aldrack soldier that collapsed strengthened morale further.
