The central plaza erupted in violence as two armies collided under the breaking dawn.
Sun faction soldiers in golden armor advanced in perfect phalanx formation, their shields locked and spears bristling like a wall of death. From the opposite end, Moon faction troops in silver and blue moved with disciplined precision, crossbows ready and cavalry flanking.
The spark came without warning, a Sun faction messenger carrying urgent dispatches took a crossbow bolt through the throat. His body hit the cobblestones with a wet thud, blood pooling beneath the morning light as his sealed orders scattered in the wind.
"For the Sun Throne!" The golden phalanx charged.
"For the rightful heir!" Moon cavalry thundered forward.
The clash of steel on steel echoed through the plaza as hundreds of soldiers collided in brutal melee. No quarter given, no mercy shown. Spears punched through armor, swords found gaps in defense, and the morning air filled with screams.
