On the chaotic plains where nations clashed and alliances frayed, the tides of battle turned sharply the moment Kyle's banners rose on the horizon.
Armies that had once marched proudly under foreign kings and emperors now faltered.
Panic rippled through the ranks as whispers spread—Kyle Armstrong is here.
Within minutes of his arrival, several armies signaled a retreat. What had once been a united front now fractured like thin glass.
In hastily erected tents, leaders gathered for emergency meetings.
They spoke in harsh tones, throwing blame across borders and trembling at the thought of facing the man whose name had become a living myth.
"He cuts through gods. What chance do we have?"
A general muttered, slamming his fist on the table.
One by one, they surrendered. Some lowered their banners and swore peace. Others fled without looking back.
But not all bowed.
