"KILL…"
"This Man Should Die Today! The Princess must be buried on this island. Come On!"
The battlefield was a sea of chaos, and time was slipping away. Only two minutes remained. The soldiers of the Taurus family, surrounding Das and Princess Amara, began chanting louder with each passing second, their war cries echoing through the skies.
"Finish them! To victory!" the commanders bellowed, urging their warriors forward with an intensity that shook the very ground beneath their feet. The soldiers, driven by the promise of triumph, surged toward Das, weapons raised, eyes burning with anticipation.
Das, however, had other plans. He began retreating, intentionally stepping back as the enemy pressed forward. Every move was calculated, every backward step part of a strategy he had long prepared for.
The final moments of this war were upon him, and this was the exact time he had been waiting for. There are few moments left for him to get the desired emotions he wanted.
