The forest trembled under the weight of conflict, its natural silence broken by the sound of clashing steel, battle cries, and the occasional rumble of a distant explosion. Lyan stood at the edge of the high ground, overlooking the chaos he and his commanders had orchestrated. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, analyzing every movement, every opportunity. Below him, his forces moved like a single, cohesive entity, despite being vastly outnumbered by the Varzadian army. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself as he turned to Alice, who was directing a nearby squad with the precision of a seasoned general.
"Alice, how's the coordination holding up?" Lyan asked, his voice calm but edged with urgency.
