"Ride! Sons of Grigor! For we are Invincible together!"
The horns of Grigor were like a storm that changed the battle instantly. Silver banners mixed with green and blue cut through the smoke, knights in plate crashed into the possessed with lances levelled. The impact of horses on land resonated with a thunderous rhythm as rows of thralls flew into the air, split apart as their bodies broke beneath the disciplined charge.
From the east, the Elven Host unleashed their fury.
Thousands of elves stood in perfect formation, bows drawn as one. The wind danced around their bows like playful spirits, each arrow streaking like a comet as they fell into the packed ranks below. Entire squads of enthralled men collapsed, their corpses pinning ladders and choking the siege bridges.
"BEST RIDERS! Follow them!" Aki's beautiful black hair shone as she led the Beastkin, mounting sacred and magical beasts.
