The battlefield was still alive with the clash of steel and fire when Haider Ali turned to Shinroku, his blood-streaked face breaking into a grin.
"So... now you're here." He pointed his blade at the four battered yet relentless generals in front of him.
"Mind lending a hand?"
Shinroku's eyes gleamed.
"What? Can't handle them by yourself, old friend?"
Haider chuckled, though his body showed signs of exhaustion.
"Oh, I can... but maybe I should conserve my strength for what's coming."
Shinroku smirked and spun his spear once.
"I thought so."
Without another word, the two veterans launched toward the enemy generals, their weapons gleaming as they moved like twin storms across the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Aamir stood tall in the midst of the Aryavratan forces, his voice echoing across the field.
"Everyone—do not falter!"
"Reinforcements are here! Fight with all your strength!"
