Third Person POV
The battle was turning.
Not cleanly. Not easily. But unmistakably.
The rogues were being pushed back now, forced into retreating arcs instead of relentless advance. Their formations frayed under sustained pressure, discipline breaking as exhaustion set in.
Where they had surged with brutal confidence before, now they reacted—scrambling to counter maneuvers instead of dictating them.
Alaric stood at the heart of it, cloak dark with rain and blood, issuing commands with sharp, economical precision.
“Second flank, tighten—don’t chase them. Hold the line.”
A group of Moonstone warriors shifted instantly, locking shields and adjusting spacing without question.
“Third rotation, swap out the injured. You—yes, you—fall back before you collapse.”
