The forest erupted into chaos as the Dawnless unleashed their full might. Fire and lightning roared from their dragon-enhanced bodies, clashing with the Flameheart soldiers' red and blue flames. The red flames scorched but couldn't pierce the Dawnless' thick scales, while the blue flames, freezing in their eerie chill, struggled to immobilize them for long. Yet the Flameheart army was disciplined, their numbers pressing the advantage in a relentless tide.
Ralph, Mirta, the 49th Sword, and ten sword units broke off, weaving through the forest to strike the enemy's rear. Mirta glanced at Ralph, confusion flickering in her eyes. 'Why is he coming? Isn't he like the weakest?' If he were a 6th star, she would've understood, but he wasn't.
