GoTWiC [CCS] S60 The Last Banner Standing

After achieving all his goals in the previous season—earning 60 battle diamonds and helping WxC players secure high placements—Stanko now had a clear vision and renewed ambition for the coming campaign. His desire to once again prove himself on the battlefield was undeniable. But this time, the goals were even more ambitious.

Stanko soon reached out to an old friend and renowned warrior—Xoica.

The two shared the same values and a burning passion for battle, and the plan was clear: Stanko would rally his most loyal companions, while Xoica would secure the support of the mighty AfV alliance. In return for helping conquer the castle, Stanko asked for only one thing: 60 battle diamonds. Xoica, known for his eloquence and leadership, didn’t hesitate.

Stanko summoned a dozen of the most experienced warriors from his ranks—battle-hardened fighters, courageous and unyielding, ready to fight to the last breath for those diamonds. Yet both he and Xoica knew that courage alone would not suffice to seize Siedge Tempest Keep. It would require relentless waves of reinforcements, the ability to defend the castle under siege, and the strength to hold position under constant pressure.

This is where Xoica’s leadership shone. Under his blue and yellow banner, a formidable army gathered. The AfV alliance grew stronger by the day, and among their warriors stood some truly powerful names. One in particular stood out—MeNaT, a skilled tactician and fierce fighter who always found a way to hold his ground, regardless of the troops he commanded. His charisma and sharp mind were more than enough to inspire warriors to follow his orders without hesitation.

Under the guidance of Xoica and MeNaT, AfV became a force to be reckoned with. Soldiers assembled, gear was in place, and strategies were carefully forged. Stanko watched as blue and yellow banners fluttered in the wind, the troops marching toward the fortress walls. A grin crossed his face—the familiar chill of anticipation running down his spine, as it did before every major battle.

But while they gathered and schemed, their enemies were not idle. Across the field, two fearsome alliances were already rising—KAC and rrh. KAC had long been known for its elite fighters. Their leader, Metjanin, was a symbol of ruthlessness and precision in battle.

They said his sword cut through armor like air, and his strategies were nearly impenetrable.

Meanwhile, rrh was led by CrimsonDown.

Their power lay not only in combat skills but also in numbers. Their troops came in waves, endlessly reinforced, making them nearly unstoppable in drawn-out battles. Stanko knew it would take more than bravery to break their lines.

As the armies assembled, ominous clouds gathered over Siedge Tempest Keep. The wind carried the scent of war, and drums echoed through the valleys. Stanko stood among his comrades, ready to lead the charge, his mind fixed on the diamonds he had promised himself and his men.

The battlefield was set. On one side, AfV, proudly bearing the blue and yellow colors. On the other, KAC and rrh, forces threatening to wipe them off the map. But Stanko knew: those who believe in their victory are already halfway there.

Raindrops began to fall as if the skies themselves wanted to witness the coming storm.

The ringing of the bell signaled the start of the battle.

The strongest players surged toward the castle. MeNaT led the first assault, breaking through the initial defenses and clearing a path to the heart of the keep. With little resistance inside, AfV—spearheaded by MeNaT—claimed the fortress.

Thousands of AfV soldiers in blue and yellow stormed toward the walls, while KAC and rrh forces launched relentless attacks. Minute by minute, AfV held firm, repelling every enemy wave.

MeNat secured first place, but everyone knew the real challenge still awaited—Metjanin and CrimsonDown had not yet played their final cards...

After MeNaT was close to being kicked out of the castle, he played very smartly with Xoica and gave him a place in the castle.

After nearly four minutes of holding the keep, Xoica finally fell to Crimson, whose infantry was too powerful for his spearmen to withstand. They needed to strike back quickly and drive Crimson out, but it wouldn’t be easy—his teammates sent reinforcements nonstop. MeNaT's eight-minute hold was still far from complete, and Crimson was gaining ground fast.

Xoica and MeNaT continued to attack and win skirmishes, but not enough to unseat Crimson.

They began launching synchronized rallies, but even that wasn’t enough. It felt impossible to dislodge him. Time ticked on. Everyone grew nervous—especially MeNaT, who dropped to second place as Crimson passed the ten-minute mark.

Then Stanko had an idea. Watching the battlefield carefully, he noticed what others had missed—Metjanin’s attacks from the opposite side were seriously weakening Crimson’s defenses. Stanko immediately proposed a bold strategy to MeNaT: stop random assaults and synchronize with Metjanin. Strike from both sides at once.

It worked.

In a perfectly timed dual assault, MeNaT and Metjanin finally forced Crimson out of the keep, stopping him at 14 minutes. It was a turning point—Crimson lost momentum, and AfV was back in the fight.

With about half an hour left, MeNaT reclaimed the keep, leading his team in another push for the top. Crimson responded immediately, sending powerful rallies, but MeNaT held firm long enough to bring AfV back to the top of the leaderboard. But Crimson returned sooner than expected—and stronger than ever.

With a well-timed, decisive strike, he broke MeNaT’s defense and took the keep once more. Thus began the most intense phase of the battle—a chaotic, frenzied finale where every second mattered. The castle changed hands repeatedly—MeNaT capturing it, then Crimson retaking it in the blink of an eye.

Attack after attack came with no pause. Blood hadn’t even dried on the battlefield before new waves crashed into the gates.

Only 15 minutes remained.

Most players were exhausted; many had already left. But on AfV’s side, only the most relentless remained: Stanko, MeNaT, Xoica, and a handful of others. Veterans who refused to give in, even when all odds were against them.

MeNaT managed to defend the keep again—holding it for 4 or 5 precious minutes.

Those minutes meant everything—a new edge, a flicker of hope. But stamina wore thin, and the enemy seemed tireless. Troops slowed, rallies filled sluggishly. Time was no longer their ally. Xoica prepared to rush in, to relieve MeNaT and maybe turn the tide.

Everything was ready for the switch. But then Crimson appeared—with Metjanin beside him. As if they sensed the moment. As if they knew. In a joint onslaught, they broke the last defense and retook the keep. They filled it faster than anyone had seen before. Stanko and the remaining warriors tried everything—one more attack, and another... Pushing to the last breath, not for rewards, but out of loyalty and defiance.

They would not leave the field without a fight. But the numbers were merciless. MeNaT watched the title slip away. Each new rally was weaker than the last—fresh reinforcements had run dry. Even synchronized attacks with Metjanin couldn’t break Crimson’s impregnable fortress.

And then came the final confirmation—mathematically, Crimson had secured the victory.

The championship was over. In a final gesture, Crimson left the castle. He had nothing left to prove. And then, in a symbolic blow, Metjanin swooped in, seized the keep, and reinforced it instantly, securing third place for himself.

For AfV, it was the end. First place lost. Third place stolen in the final seconds.

Xoica had held third until the finish line—only to lose it at the very end. Though Stanko and the surviving fighters continued to resist, they knew the outcome could no longer change. Win a battle? Maybe. Take the castle? Not anymore.

And so ended another great battle. They didn’t win the crown. They didn’t claim the prizes. But they took something else with them—respect. Respect for the way they fought, for the courage they showed by staying until the end, when others had already left the field. Though the result was bitter, what remains beyond numbers, stats, and 60 battle diamonds—is the story. The story of a team that fought without advantage, without vast support, and with far fewer active players in the critical moments. AfV battled alliances with more people, more power, and better organization.

And still—they nearly won.

Crimson had the full support of their alliance — precise rallies, constant reinforcements, and an unbroken cycle of fresh troops.

Metjanin — the eternal tactician — never paused. His attacks never ceased. He was the silent shadow over the battlefield, waiting for the moment when our ranks would thin just enough for him to step forward. And when that moment came — he did not hesitate.

And AfV? We didn’t have the luxury of fresh legions. We had no reserves left. Only the most stubborn remained — Stanko, MeNaT, Xoica, and a handful of warriors who refused to abandon the field, even when it was clear that victory would not come. They sent what was left of their armies, healed them, returned them, and sent them again.

his battle is over. The fortress is lost.

But the warriors of AfV walked away with their heads held high.

Crimson may have claimed victory. Metjanin may have stood on the podium.

But the one thing they could never conquer — was the honor of those who held their banner until the very last second, without reserves, without surrender.