The Borgia knights advanced in a massive, large-built, and controlled wave, reaching the capital's central gate as the royal guards shouted in alarm. But their cries are lost beneath the thunder of hooves of the Borgia's large warhorses and the relentless tide of steel surging through the narrow streets.
Black banners edged in red fluttered overhead, no fanfare, no blaring horns. The Borgias didn't need them. Their presence alone carried the absolute power. At the very front rode Maxim, his armor bearing the scars of countless battles against monsters, though the torchlight still caught the polished steel. His grip on his halberd never wavered, his face unreadable as chaos erupted around him.
The gate guards braced, shields raised, but one swing from Maxim shattered their resolve. His halberd tore through the first man's shield, splintering wood and biting deep into the armor beneath.
