Peace Upon the City

The once formidable Merlock ranks, once a symbol of strength and unity, now lay shattered and broken under the unyielding onslaught of Dray and Roland's disciplined cavalry charge. Their once proud formations crumbled in disarray, their warriors fatigued and demoralized, unable to withstand the relentless ferocity of their adversaries.

In this dire moment, there was a haunting silence on the side of the Merlocks, devoid of any rallying cries or encouraging words. The warriors, once filled with a fierce determination to conquer, now found themselves devoid of the will to fight.

The madness that had once burned in their eyes like a blazing fire had now flickered out, leaving behind a hollow emptiness. It was as if the illusion of their invincibility, their imagined triumph over the humans, had finally shattered like fragile glass, revealing the harsh reality of their defeat.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the once mighty Merlocks stood defeated, their spirits brok