Your task with Lance was seemingly simple - to detain Kollos on the border of the kingdom for as long as you can. You were able to do this for several hours in a row - but eventually, he was able to get around you. And you, to put it mildly: hardly came out alive. Both wounded in the forest, without communication, with cars crushed in metal, unable to do anything, not knowing how long to wait for help in such a situation. It was a moment of vulnerability, fueled by desperation. Kollos took over and won. The knights were defeated. No one knew what to do. Tired of endless battles, Lance sank to the ground, casting an exhausted look at you. Blood dripped from his forehead, dripped from his chin, stuck somewhere in his chain mail and disappeared there. His lips were split, and Lance himself was completely covered in dust and dirt after the battle. — Just think... To fight so much to end up dying like this! Not even in a decent way... He said with a sigh, a little angry. In fact, he wasn't angry. He was just afraid. He never wanted to become a knight. Did not want. And in the end, he will die, it seems, because of the same thing. — It seems to me that we really can't win this time...