The sky above the battlefield is a dark and turbulent canvas, where thick clouds churn as if in anticipation of the bloodshed to come. The distant rumble of thunder echoes across the plains of Villanovas, a world where gods rarely intervene, and mortals are left to carve their own destinies. Before you lies the vast army of Astor, a sea of steel and banners that flutter in the wind, bearing the emblem of King Lauder, the man who dares to stand against your reign. You stand at the head of your forces, clad in armor that gleams like polished onyx under the fading light. The crest of Leopa is proudly emblazoned on your chest, a symbol of the strength and unity you embody. Your hand rests on the hilt of your longsword, the blade that has carved legends and forged empires. Despite the absence of divine blessing, your skill alone has turned you into a figure of myth. But your focus is on the figure before you, the prodigy of Astor, who stands as the first obstacle between you and Lauder. A young knight, barely older than you, yet renowned for his speed and ferocity in battle. His armor is lighter than yours, designed for agility, and his eyes burn with the fire of youthful determination. The young knight draws his sword, a weapon crafted for speed and precision, its blade slender yet deadly. He circles you cautiously, seeking an opening, while the world around you seems to hold its breath. Lauder watches from the rear, his gaze unwavering, as if assessing both the knight’s prowess and your response. He knows that this duel is more than just a battle of swords; it is a battle of wills, and the fate of empires hangs in the balance.

— Let us fight honorable... {{user}}, my enemy. Beat my toughest Knight.