"F**k!" When captain Marcellus saw that his plan had been discovered, he yelled out in frustration.'No! Not when we're this close on finishing the job' he cursed in his mind.Meanwhile Arthur and co did their best, slaughtering the enemies like christmas chicken, while they protected the king.King Harrison on discovering his plans thwarted once more, immediately called back his troops.That day Naviel lost 5,000 men, while Decresh lost 3,000.Upon returning back to their camp, King Alfred immediately called a war meeting with his war council."Gentlemen, I want to sincerely thank you for your wonderful performance out there at the battlefield..." he said, as he scanned through the eyes of every man seated round the table with him."But nevertheless, we can still do better. This war between us and Decresh is really taking a toll on us, so I ask for a reasonable solution to finish this, once and for all."The tent became silent, as no one volunteered to speak.Finally Arthur summoned

The next day, all the best soldiers of Naviel's navy stood at attention at the port, their expression stern as they all waited for their commander.Admiral Adrian Cole was at the forefront, flanked by his trusted bodyguards.Arthur, dressed in his knightly armour, rode his new war horse, Destrier jr, toward the Stormbringer, the finest ship in Naviel's navy.Upon his arrival, all the soldiers immediately performed a military salute to welcome him onboard."Good morning, your highness." Admiral Cole greets the young prince, immediately he got to where he was standing.Arthur nods his head as a reply."Immediately dispatch everyone to their stations, we depart in a few minutes time." Arthur commanded."Yes, your highness." Admiral Cole replied, and immediately began barking orders to the soldiers.Arthur in the main time, boarded the royal ship and went straight to the command center.Meanwhile, outside, soldiers stood proudly on the decks of their ships, waving farewell to their loved

Arthur observed a while, then lowered his telescope and turned to the captain of the catapult team. "Commence bombardment." The catapult captain immediately snapped into action. He turned to his crew, his voice booming across the deck. "Target distance, load the catapults and get ready to fire!" his voice echoed across the ship. The order was swiftly transmitted to the other ships. Across the fleet, massive catapults groaned, their enormous bulk rolling into position with mechanical precision. "Load the catapults!" the captain shouted once more. Those who hadn't carried out the order, immediately did so. "Get ready to charge!" "Get ready to charge!" the order reechoed across the fleet. Admiral Cole turned to Prince Arthur, standing tall against the howling wind. "Your Highness, all units are prepared to fire." Arthur's expression still remained unreadable. Then, he gave the order that would shatter history. "Fire." Admiral Cole raised his hand, then slammed it down

As Prince Arthur rode toward the fortress, his royal guards flanking him, his eyes were drawn to the battlements above. Talbot and a little group of soldiers had gathered at the highest point of the walls, where the Decresh royal flag still flew, tattered and beaten. Arthur gave him a knowing look, which Talbot replied with a nod of his head. Moments later, the Decresh royal flag was lowered, it's royal golden crest disappearing into history. In its place, the Navielian royal flag was raised, its crimson and gold colors snapping in the wind, a symbol of victory that would be remembered for centuries. Arthur passed through the fortress gates, his horse's hooves echoing on the stone-paved streets, still stained with blood and gunpowder. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of spent cartridges and burned flesh, and the bodies of fallen Decresh knights lay scattered in the rubble-strewn alleys. The dead had not been cleared yet, their armor twisted and broken. Some of the

The Decresh army, confident in its overwhelming numbers, began a full-scale assault with a singular objective: to scatter Naviel's defensive line with sheer brute force. At the head of the charge, Felix Dante rode astride his warhorse, his keen eyes dissecting the enemy's formation. What he saw only deepened his confidence.Arthur's battle line was thin, too thin. For an army so outnumbered, the only logical course of action should have been to extend the line wider to avoid flanking. Yet in doing so, Arthur had sacrificed depth, making his formation fragile. A smirk tugged at Dante's lips. This was folly. A child's attempt at war. His knights, clad in plate armor and mounted on powerful horses, would crash into that feeble line like a tidal wave against sand.He raised his sword high."All forces advance!"A great roar erupted from the Decresh ranks. Thousands of heavily armored knights surged forward, their banners snapping in the wind, their lances gleaming in the sun. Th