The screams of the elves, the roars of the giants, and the wails of the departed souls soared into the sky, tearing the firmament.
A thousand-meter-long white giant dragon burst forth from the Abyss, swallowing the light of the sun, moon, and stars, emitting a savage roar.
——Vortigern, has returned!
Feeling the palpable pressure, the elves and humans in the square trembled.
Upon seeing this, Altria's eyes hardened, and she immediately swung her sword to give orders:
"Everyone, follow me to battle!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
Shouts like thunderbolts dispersed the encroaching darkness.
The knights gathered here raised their arms and called out, uniformly mounting their horses, transforming into a torrent of steel, following the banners of their respective liege lords, and charging out of the gates of Elf City Albion.
The war that would decide Britain's Fate began.
~~
A year after leaving Albion.
Altria stands on a hillock.
