It was a night in the Lands of Westeros, a place where the stars shone brightly, and the Arena of Honor event was just beginning to take place. The invincible daddies were preparing to face a new battle, confident in their established tactics and roles, ready to fight at the first opportunity. But this time, the threat was even greater, and the air was thick with tension. They knew the challenges would be more difficult, as the lands of Westeros always held unpredictable surprises. Megatron, the legendary warrior, had returned just in time to join the group in this new confrontation, an invaluable ally at a crucial moment.

Recalling the last time, when, despite a victory, the battle was incredibly close, everyone knew the balance had been on the verge of being broken. The absence of a good infantry hammer had almost ruined their plans, but now, with Megatron back, hope was renewed. This time, the group was fighting not only for victory, but also for redemption for their past mistakes. Each member knew that the fate of the Arena of Honor would depend on their decisions, and the hours ahead would be the most difficult they had ever faced. But, with courage and strategy, they were ready to overcome whatever fate had in store for them.

The boys registered, and now with Megatron, they established that Fraant, Latrasil, Meneerayman, and him would be the main hammers for attack and defense. Having entered, the boys are placed in House Stark. They don't see any potential opponents superior to them in strength, but on the battlefield, there are many enemies who are lancers, which will be a feast for Megatron... because the infantry counteracts the power of the lancers.

To avoid problems with the complexity of building attack camps, since if they don't win, the towers and catapults would be last, the members of House Stark set up trading posts, with the purpose of prioritizing altars... a tactic that has worked for them since the beginning of the season.

The construction period ended and commanders Vangark and Vanette gave the order to position themselves at the various altars of the unknown, maximum 3 hammers to be able to reinforce with the correct type of troop, to which MegatroN, Meneerayman and fraant went to attack... when positioned all the other players would assist them with troops and dragons to win all the attacks.

In Megatron's case, the enemies tried to attack again and again, but since he was well reinforced, a solo attack was not effective, even worse if the vast majority were lancers... he was able to hold and obtain the altars for the faction, while Fraant, the enemies had already seen and studied our tactic of reinforcing our companions, for which they decided to attack in rally and with lances to counter Fraant's cavalry, which they achieved.

The papasotes team was not intimidated and decided to prioritize the buildings, they did not go for the same Altar, because the other Altars had already been opened, which the Altars of the Maiden, were more important than those of the Stranger, because it offered greater efficiency to the exchange posts they had built, to which they again sent fraant to hold one of the many altars that there were ... this time the enemies did not attack in rally, only with spears but not having more dragons, it was difficult for them to beat us if they did not play as a team ...

Likewise, they managed to win with meneerayman, but the battle was not over yet, the papasotes team was dominating the contest but still had an important building "The City of Glory", a building that would make them worthy of first place and in turn give them dominion over the other houses, hence its legendary name ... at first it was difficult for us because the other factions have many lancers and cavalry, but for the papasotes team it was only a matter of waiting for the right moment and the right hammer to achieve this feat ... after a few minutes, the team gathered to protect fraant with cavalry for four minutes, four decisive minutes that could mark a before and after for the group ... the attacks came but strangely none of them were rally, they were all solo, the reason was simple, the enemies were distracted in other minor buildings and did not take into account the City of Glory, because it was difficult for them to maintain the minutes of defense ...

The City of Glory had finally fallen into the hands of Fraant, who, after a long and arduous battle, had managed to seize control of the city. The team, exhausted but victorious, celebrated their triumph as they began to relax a little. They knew the war wasn't over, but the bulk of the battle had already been won. Now, their mission was to expel any remaining potential occupants and then focus on securing the smaller buildings, one by one, to consolidate their hold on the city.

Fraant, the team's Lord Commander, looked out over the horizon with a proud smile. "That team's confidence is leading us to glorious victories," he exclaimed in a firm voice, as his teammates nodded in agreement. The group's morale had never been higher. The joint effort, well-executed strategies, and the determination of each team member had made what seemed like an almost impossible mission possible. The City of Glory, a symbol of resistance, was no longer a bastion of enemies, but a testament to their power and unity.

With victory in their grasp, Fraant and his team prepared for the final phase: restoring peace and stability to the city. Although the shadows of war still loomed on the horizon, the future looked bright. Glory lay not only in the conquest, but also in the honor with which the fight had been carried out. And in the hearts of the warriors, the certainty that they had forged a legend that would endure in history.