"Nameless General of Tumaria! Surrender! The battle is over!"
Carl stood tall in front of everyone, shouting at the charging cavalry.
His sword, drawn with an eerie glow, and his fluttering red cloak inspired awe and fear.
Cavalry could do nothing against a wall of heavy infantry in formation.
Everyone who studied military science knew this.
But Topal didn't stop.
He bent down, holding his spear firmly against his side, and aimed at Carl.
His hood, blown away by the wind, revealed his gray hair fluttering wildly.
His black eyes, heavy with the determination to save his people, pierced through Carl's green eyes.
Despite their distance, Carl's voice reached Topal and his men, carrying a promise.
"If you surrender now, I will not kill your soldiers. I swear this in the name of Carl Feld Hardion, Grand Duke of Hardion!"
Topal rode hard, his black eyes locked with Carl's green ones.
When Topal finally reached him, the horse beneath him panted heavily.
