S21-R1 - FDH VS FuK - CLASSIC MATCH

It was a seemingly ordinary day in the FDH Alliance domain, but beneath the surface of routine lurked the whispers of war. The Supreme Council met, surrounded by the most loyal combatants, in preparation for what would mark the beginning of Alliance Conquest – Season 21. The goal was clear: to reach the UC, the pinnacle of honor and strategic power. The clock struck the server restart—0:00 GMT—the sacred moment when legends awaken and decisions seal destinies.

But the echo of an ancient name shook the calm: FuK. The first opponent, a familiar rival... a classic reborn. During countless clashes, FDH had imposed its dominance, its flag waving among the ruins of the enemy. However, this time everything was different. New faces, new hearts beating with ambition, and a battlefield that does not forgive mistakes. History, though written in blood and victory, was preparing for a new page. And this time... nobody knew who would sign it.

Upon entering, both alliances established who their rally leaders would be and the players who would rush to take the building with the goal of swapping with one of them, to keep the building safe for as long as possible, as long as the reinforcement players were quick and sent the right troops to assist in the defense.

Every move was important; a mistake wouldn't be allowed, since the two alliances were equally skilled. Therefore, in that half-hour of preparation for the duel, both alliances were clear about what they had to do to win this first duel...

Now the duel began, and the runners went for the first round of buildings, where FuK won 3 out of 4 races, but FDH waited patiently to see who would go for the exchanges.

Napoleon went straight to hunt down and recapture the Targaryen Base, and within a few minutes the FuK would come after him.

3 solo attacks from all three lines were sent to take out Napoleon, where he won 2 out of 4 attacks, it is not enough to take him out, so FuK should plan to rallies, prioritizing infantry players, in order to counter Napoleon's lancers.

The ports opened and the FuK runners won both ports, the conflict takes place in Port Lannister, since it is the closest port for FDH, where they decide to coordinate attacks to take out DEADPOOL, but it was not enough to kick him... we must devise a different strategy, were the echoes of FDH.

The CR's opening was a surefire blow: FuK, with the precision of a trained predator, continued his dominance over FDH, securing victory in the first playoff. It was a masterful move, executed with coolness and strategy. The key piece: Total Wreck, their strongest player, was repositioned in a risky, yet devastatingly effective maneuver. The exchange was surgical, almost humiliating, leaving the opposing team reeling in a sea of ​​uncertainty.

But FDH wasn't ready to give up.

From the command room, FDH looked up and uttered what would later be repeated like a war oath: "It's not over until they bleed like we bleed." Then, with fire in their eyes and wounded pride, the alliance decided to counterattack. The target: the key building that had served as Total Wreck's stronghold. Not out of revenge... but out of necessity. The points difference was real, but not definitive. The enemy had the advantage, yes, but the war was still at a breaking point.

FDH launched their offensive. It wasn't a reckless charge, but a calculated pressure. A war of attrition, presence, and nerves. Every second under that building was a gamble. If they won that point, the score could be overturned; if they failed, FUD would gain the momentum needed to close out the victory.

Alarms sounded on both sides. Communications were on fire. The tension was no longer measured in plays, but in bated breaths.

It was here… or never.

To do this, they decided to send cavalry players, since Total Wreck was infantry and they needed to counter him; managing to take him out almost in the last blow, FDH can keep fighting but... the Targaryen and Lannister mines will have to make a last effort.

Deep in the mines, fate began to be written with lines of fire. Both alliances secured one each, but it was FDH who chose the riskiest path: not to change, not to adapt. They entrusted the defense to their runner, Fidel Catto, a tenacious but lonely archer. It was a decision born of haste… or pride. And in war, pride is the most ruthless executioner.

The storm was not long in coming.

Fuk, relentless and meticulous, launched wave after wave, as if they knew every second of weakness in the enemy defense. Fidel Catto resisted as best he could, but his bow could not bring down what was coming at him. The reinforcements that arrived were unprepared: poorly matched units, lacking the necessary synergy. It was like sending paper shields to stop an avalanche of steel.

And then, the building fell.

The fall wasn't just structural. It was symbolic. With him, FDH's last chance in that restart crumbled. The final score didn't just show a defeat; it showed the echo of poorly made decisions, of unequal scores that, over time, tipped the scales toward FuK. It wasn't a lost battle… it was a lesson written in fire.

FDH had fallen in the classic reset.

And now, if he wants to even dream of winning the UC, he has no other option:

fight every second, every node, every soul.

Because this season, mistakes are unforgivable. And glory… is only granted to those who learn from their fall.