The Northstar Stronghold loomed in the distance, nestled in a jagged valley framed by three towering mountains like sentinels watching over the last bastion of resistance. The mountainous terrain offered natural defense, but the fury of the war pressed even the strongest walls.
As the Pardera ship blazed through the sky, its runes aglow and engines roaring with magical energy, Emery stood at the helm and swept his divine sense across the battlefield ahead. With VIA's assistance, a swarm of precise calculations flooded his mind.
Over fifty thousand enemy combatants swarmed the valley like an infestation. The defenders, vastly outnumbered ten to one, held their ground atop the stronghold walls with brutal efficiency.
