
📖 Prologue - The Two Alliances
Kingdom 24 was no longer a kingdom blessed by the gods. For entire moons, the earth trembled under the weight of countless camps and armies, and the sky always hung too low, too heavy, as if foreshadowing what was about to befall the plains, the forests, and the fortresses. Two dominant alliances ruled the whispered tales of the taverns, seared into the fear of the vanquished.

On one side, there was RRH, an alliance forged in the crucible of relentless warfare. Members who sought no easy glory, no empty promises. Renowned for their precision, patience, and brutality. Every move deliberate, every assault measured, every target observed in the hope of detecting any remaining weakness. RRH never struck blindly.
Facing them was the WAK, an old, haughty alliance that believed in its resilience. Its fortresses were symbols of power and stability. Many believed their walls were impregnable, their lords untouchable. They were wrong. But for how long? Behind the thick mask of their ancient culture, some of their foundations were beginning, slowly but surely, to crumble.

When two alliances of this magnitude collide, the entire kingdom prepares to face the shock of the titans.

Kany wasn't a shadow strategist by choice, but by training. His cavalry specialty wasn't an aesthetic choice, but a deliberate one, a strategy of war. Speed was his primary weapon. Impact was the objective. The enemy had to fall before even realizing the nature of the breach in the enemy lines.
His troops were trained to mount a calculated flanking maneuver as close to the front as possible, strike, and vanish. Each knight took his position, each assault was meticulously planned to strike the precise spot. Everything was thought out, everything was planned. And if nothing was decided in advance, it wasn't a matter of chance, but rather an adaptation to the given situation.

Kany was perceived as a "trigger" in HR. Wherever he was, the balances were disrupted.

PREATORIAN was the fortress of WAK. One of its members, respected, anchored in the solidity of its defenses. Numerous armies, assembled, protected by high walls and the certainty of ages.
Its domain had not been attacked for a long time; patrols circulated, the towers kept watch, and one felt safe.

However, in this powerful field, overconfidence is often a storm.
⚔️ First Attack - The Clash of the Unexpected
Kany's first strike wasn't about imposing its brutality, but about demonstrating its precision.
Without any clear warning, it was launched at dawn while the thick fog still shrouded the approaches to the PRETORIAN domain, along the least camouflaged axes, at least those visible to Kany's cavalry. This choice wasn't accidental, but the result of a cold analysis of the terrain and the defensive habits of the opposing class.
The first lines of defense were hit before the nature of the attack could even be assessed. Scouts fell one after another, unable to relay coherent messages. Those inside who had received the initial reports spoke of an unusually high casualty count, but nothing that suggested an offensive of such magnitude.

By the time the main formations began to take shape, the cavalry had already broken through the lines. The charges were too swift, too violent, and, above all, impossible to contain. The Praetorian units fought with discipline, but this worked against them, each attempt to stabilize their position proving to be outflanked by a new wave, within which the French cavalry emerged from an unprecedented high angle.
Nevertheless, the defense did not falter in the aftermath. Pockets of resistance formed, sometimes held for several minutes under constant pressure. This resistance forced Kany to bolster his forces with more troops than anticipated, briefly engaging the most exposed flanks but subjecting invaluable units to the risk, without, however, giving up.

Kany's Victory: 19M vs. 311M for PRETORIAN
When the cavalry withdrew, the battlefield was unrecognizable. The losses were appalling. But even more than the numbers, it was the psychological shock that would leave a lasting mark. The war had just begun, and already PRETORIAN knew that its enemy would allow no time to adapt.
⚔️ Second Attack - The Poison of Doubt
Following this first offensive, PRETORIAN Castle was gripped by pervasive tension. Defensive positions were reinforced, troops repositioned, but serenity was absent. Any suspicious movement had become a potential threat.
As for Kany, he focused on observing.
The second offensive was not a repeat of the first. There was no direct confrontation, but the cavalry squadrons attacked the support lines. Reinforcement convoys were intercepted and isolated; they didn't even reach the fortress, which was being fortified. The battle was now fought as much in the minds of the troops as on the battlefields.

The frustrated defenders quickly saw their anger rise. Soldiers watched their comrades fall without ever having had a real chance to fight. Orders arrived late or were no longer suited to the actual situation; some leaders hesitated, fearing they were walking into a larger trap.
Kany now exploited every hesitation. Charges were shorter, more targeted, but no less destructive. However, there was still a risk in fragmenting his attacks, as it exposed the squadrons to a coordinated counterattack. That counterattack never came.

Kany Wins 16M vs. 215M for PRETORIAN
In the aftermath of the battle, doubt crept into PRETORIAN's ranks. The question was no longer how to win, but how to survive the next onslaught. The tide of the war was no longer in their hands.
⚔️ Third Attack - The Erosion of Will
The final assault was preceded by a silence of at least twenty minutes. Nothing visible, no warning. The wait was agonizing for PRETORIAN, already on edge after the previous battles.
And when Kany's cavalry finally struck, it was with pinpoint accuracy. The exhausted units were the primary targets. Formations already weakened by the previous battles were quickly shattered by the renewed assault.

Among the defenders, fear began to turn into resignation. Some soldiers fought with desperate fury, while others tried their best to hold their ground. Lines broke more quickly, and retreats became increasingly chaotic.
But Kany was encountering unexpected resistance for the first time. Isolated units, refusing to retreat, inflicted unforeseen losses. The already chaotic battle now took on a far more perilous dimension. The risk of losing a cavalryman in a charge was now very real.

Kany wins 7M against 171M for PRETORIAN.
When the battle ended, the fortress still held, thanks to the maintenance of internal balance, but it wouldn't last much longer. It was certainly only a matter of numbers, but now it was also a matter of will. And PRETORIAN's will was beginning to waver dangerously.
⚔️ Fourth Attack - The Inevitable Fall
An unusual silence preceded the final attack. Inside the domain, everyone was well aware that the final assault was beginning, that the last defenses were crumbling, the last troops were scattering, waiting for a final surge of resistance to fully grasp the situation.
When Kany's cavalry fell upon the last defenders, they put up a fierce resistance, and the last defenders struggled with a dog that, despite everything, could only cast a desperate glance. In every street and alley, the tangle of what had become a death trap tightened. The cavalry, in its collective overexertion, became more hesitant; it had to slow down, struggling to adapt its formations, now operating in a reactive mode and bearing the brunt of its losses.

For a moment, the outcome seemed uncertain. One delay, one moment of weakness, and they would no longer be the victors of past days, but the disastrous losers. But discipline and coordination ultimately prevailed.
The last soldiers in the rear lines collapsed like tenacious hopes, for the Lord of Pretorian was attempting a strategic retreat, hoping for a moment of maneuver or an opening. But one step, a change of tactics, a run to the right. The cavalry was there, there was no way out outside the grasp of the formidable ring.

Kany Wins 0M vs. 21M PRETORIAN
PRETORIAN loses its lord.
The lord's capture marked the end of the battle. More powerful than any cry, the silence was petrifying. And so it was over. Kingdom 24 had just witnessed the fall of a pillar.
📜 Conclusion - The End of a Certainty
The silence that fell over PRETORIAN's domain marked for Kingdom 24 the end of a war that had never been a simple series of attacks, but a war of preparation, of so many blows that made the fall inevitable. The lord's death not only tolled the death knell of a battle, but of certainty itself.
The revealing figures underscored the magnitude of the conflict, but it was the method that truly permeated the collective consciousness. Kany made no attempt to rush or overexert the cavalry; on the contrary, in his own way, it was simply a matter of seizing a unique opportunity. After so much doubt, so many speeches on the radio and through megaphones, so much anxiety and threats, the defense ceased to be a fortress.
For WAK, a blow. For RRH, silence. Kingdom 24, of course, a simple observation: no fortress is invincible, no power is invincible as long as war is waged with patience and precision.
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