As the enemy forces approached the fort, they quickly realized that their intentions had not gone unnoticed. The fortress stood alert and prepared, its massive gates closed, and behind them waited a formidable army ready to be unleashed at any moment.
At the head of the approaching army rode three figures: the Enemy General, hardened and ruthless; the Enemy King, whose ambition to seize the fort had driven the campaign; and the cunning advisor who had orchestrated the entire plot—none other than the brother of the slain king.
Their army halted roughly a thousand to fifteen hundred meters from the towering walls of the fort. Dust settled around the ranks of soldiers as tension filled the air.
The Enemy General slowly urged his horse forward, breaking away from the formation. Raising his voice so it carried across the open field, he shouted a thunderous warning, demanding that Diya and Sumendu's army surrender immediately or face the full wrath of his forces.
But his words did not instill fear within the defenders.
Instead, they ignited a fierce fire in their hearts. The soldiers upon the walls and within the fort felt their blood boil with resolve. Rather than trembling before the threat, they stood eager and ready to face the enemy head-on.
As soon as the enemy's threat echoed across the battlefield, the massive gates of the fort burst open.
What followed was nothing short of an eruption. With thunderous force, the defending army poured out of the fortress like an unstoppable avalanche. The sudden fury and speed of their charge stunned the Enemy General so completely that, for a brief moment, he forgot to issue the order to attack.
Before the enemy could recover, the soldiers standing atop the ramparts unleashed their own storm. Flaming arrows streaked through the sky, raining down upon the advancing army. It was a devastating double assault. As the enemy soldiers struggled to raise their shields against the blazing arrows piercing through their defenses, they were met with another terror—the thunderous charge of mounted cavalry racing toward them.
At the front of the assault, Diya and Sumendu each commanded a flank. With lightning speed, their cavalry crashed into the enemy ranks, shattering formations and throwing the battlefield into chaos.
The sky thickened with smoke as the roar of war filled the air.
Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying as blades met in violent fury. The ground trembled beneath the pounding hooves of armored horses as banners whipped wildly in the wind.
Arrows continued to fall like a deadly storm. Shields were raised in desperation—some splintering under the relentless barrage while others barely held.
Amidst the chaos, Sumendu fought like a force of nature. He tore through the enemy ranks like a raging bull, utterly fearless and unshaken by the attacks directed at him. His blade moved with brutal precision, cutting down soldier after soldier. There was something almost terrifying in his fury, as though he were a man possessed by the spirit of battle itself. Seeing their commander fight with such unstoppable ferocity filled the defenders with renewed courage, and they pressed forward with wild determination, hacking into the enemy lines.
On the other side of the battlefield, Diya was no less formidable. Her sword flashed through the air as she struck down every enemy who dared to approach. Yet beneath her relentless assault burned a deeper fire. Her heart blazed with purpose, and her eyes were fixed not on the soldiers before her, but on the three figures standing at a distance—the Enemy King, the General, and the treacherous advisor who had set all of this into motion.
Sumendu was deep in the heart of the battle, cutting his way through the enemy ranks and steadily advancing toward the trio who stood beyond the chaos. From the opposite flank, Diya was doing the same—but on this day, her fury was unmatched. The sheer force and precision of her attacks left the enemy soldiers stunned. One after another fell before her flashing blade. Even the Enemy King, watching from a distance, was struck speechless. He knew the storm moving toward him was none other than Diya herself—and that he would soon have to face her wrath.
Meanwhile, the Enemy General's eyes were fixed on Sumendu. Watching the relentless, rage-filled charge of the warrior, he realized that ordinary soldiers would not be enough to stop him. Determined to halt the advance himself, the General spurred his horse forward, riding directly into Sumendu's path.
Soon the two warriors found themselves facing each other amid the raging battlefield, both mounted, surrounded by the clash of steel and the cries of war.
With a roar, the Enemy General charged straight at Sumendu.