"Brave soldiers of Valthorn, switch dress with the Blue Hammer Kingdom soldiers. Directly kill anyone who refuses to cooperate..."
Damien's voice rang out like a peal of thunder crashing through a silent sky—cutting sharp, heavy, and commanding. The chilling authority in his words swept across the battlefield, sending a wave of cold dread rolling through the ranks of the Blue Hammer soldiers.
Even the dullest among them could now smell it—the scent of something deeper, more sinister than simple war.
"This isn't just vengeance... He's planning something."
Their eyes darted around, wide with confusion, fear growing like frostbite under their skin.
"Iron Dungeon Stronghold leader!
Sword Master Anek!
I want this implemented in half an hour. Then we march..."
