"My liege! Sixty thousand men have struck our central front! The Archduke asks for immediate reinforcements!" One man rushed to say, beads of sweat born not of fatigue but anxiousness dripping down his face.
Yet before I could say anything in return, another man equally as concerned as the first swiftly said "Sire, the southern passes are asking for reinforcement! They say the second and third wings, Morgana and Sophia have attacked them?!"
'What!' I exclaimed out in my mind, when the third and most worrying report came immediately after "My liege, lord Leonid has been attacked by both the dragon's wings and he has been wounded! And some are claiming he is already dead or possibly even captured!"
The fortress tower froze, as if the man's words were a spell that halted time for us all, when like a lightning heralds a storm, the previous quiet erupted into a confused panic, with men scrambling in place like a flock of headless chickens.
