The battlefield stretched wide under a dull gray sky. The cold wind carried the smell of dust and blood. The sound of metal clashing and soldiers shouting echoed across the land.
Gare stood at the front lines.His sharp eyes fixed on the approaching demon horde. Their roars grew louder by the second, shaking the ground beneath. He raised his arm and gave a firm order.
"Handle, get the sword and shield soldiers to the front. I want the heavy infantry forming the first line!"
"Yes, sir!" Handle replied, his voice cutting through the chaos.
The heavy infantry moved into position and raised their armor that was shining faintly under the pale light. They raised their large shields, locking them together in a solid wall. Behind them stood the second line of light infantry, ready to step in if the front wavered. Gare's gaze swept across the troops, steady and calm.
"Archers and crossbowmen, prepare to fire!" he ordered.
