ARENA OF HONOR HIGHLIGHTS - UNEXPECTED HELP

On a silent night, where the embers of the day still smoldered in the shadows, SkyRocket's voice rose like a war horn in the gloom.

One by one, the warriors answered his call, like wolves heeding the echo of their alpha.

"At the reset, we will rise again," he declared.

The last battle had been a disaster, a memory of blood and ashes that still weighed on each of us. But this time, we would not fight alone.

From the lands of NBe, the fierce Derkobold would bring his wall of spears, a blade that would break the arrogance of any enemy cavalry.

The names of our adversaries echoed like dark omens:

On one side, Astrryx, brother of the banner, but rival in the arena.

On the other, the relentless queen: Queen of Sin, whose cavalry army had crushed us mercilessly in the previous round, like a storm that leaves no survivors.

First place seemed a distant dream, but second... second place was our right, forged in alliances and strategy.

We knew that open offensives were suicidal against such powerful enemies. Therefore, SkyRocket decreed a new path: trading posts, a subtle, patient, and sure tactic.

In that instant, the oath was sealed.

Swords, spears, and even horses would be deployed in order and discipline, because this time we would not fight for fleeting glory, but for honor, for survival, and to prove that even in the deepest darkness... there were still flames ready to burn.

The construction phase was over and it was our turn to fight and Astrryx's faction took over the altars of the unknown so no one dared to attack us that round, we had to wait to build the second row of posts to concentrate on fighting the enemies, this time Queen of Sin was aware that she had to dominate us and began to position herself on our altar of the Maiden, but she didn't know that there was an ace up her sleeve, Derkobold, who is a lancer, her counter, we gave her a taste of her own medicine, being countered... with a rally of course, because she was full of cavalry reinforcements.

And so, when the flames of strategy were lit, we made a decision that would seal our fate: to reinforce SkyRocket until our last breath.

The raven of war brought grim news: the Queen of Sin had set her sights on him. She trusted that her blow would be sure, that the counterattack would crown her victor. But the Queen was arrogant, ignoring the invisible chains SkyRocket wore in his hands.

He was not alone.

At his side marched advisors, wise in the arts of iron and fire; and weapons forged in ancient wars, capable of breaking the very strength of the counter.

The commanders, hardened by a hundred battles, unfurled their cloak of reductions and curses, dulling the edge of every enemy thrust.

The Queen of Sin attacked, convinced that the clash would elevate her above us…

but what she encountered was a wall of infantries, a compact army, and the iron will of a leader who knows no surrender.

The damage she hoped to inflict dissipated like smoke in a storm, and in its place, the scales of fate tipped.

That night, SkyRocket wasn't just a name.

It was the bastion that shattered the Queen's illusion.

And as the banners rose in the darkness, we understood the game had changed.

The strategy was plotted with blood and patience. When the hour arrived, we knew the Queen of Sin crew would give no respite, and so Derkobold was the first to be sent, spearheading that relentless war. The City of Glory was never our objective; that jewel was destined for Astrryx's group. We, on the other hand, swore to guard what seemed small, but ultimately decides the fate of kingdoms: the minor buildings, the playoff locations, even the mineshafts.

Many despise them, but for us, they were the hidden keys to victory. And while the great names bled for the City of Glory, we silently raised a wall of resistance around those forgotten bastions, holding the balance of the entire battle in our hands.

In the mineshaft round, EliaMartell decided to attack Wartime, who had few cavalry reinforcements, and managed to kick people, due to the mix of troops he had but it was too late.

But even victory brings with it the shadow of carelessness.

For an instant, we almost lost the most sacred thing: our home.

The mistake of the past was about to be repeated, when some reinforced without the main march, without the Lord Commander at the forefront. It was a sigh of chaos, a moment when everything seemed to be shaking.

However, this time we did not fall.

I myself rushed forward swiftly, closing the breach before the enemy desecrated our walls.

The battle raged one last time, and when the dust settled, our faction's banner still flew, firm and defiant, over the remains of the field.

We fell short of the glory of first place, but we conquered second.

A triumph of strategy, discipline, and resilience.

And all thanks to learning from past defeats... and to an unexpected ally who chose to walk beside us in our darkest hour.

Epilogue

Thus ended that battle:

not with a roar of dragons nor with an iron throne conquered,

but with the certainty that even scars become lessons.

SkyRocket's name was written within the walls of our house as a tireless guardian;

Derkobold was remembered as the spear that balanced destiny;

and ours, as the faction that knew how to resist fearsome enemies and still claim its place in history.

The war does not end, for new rounds will come, and the names of Astrryx and Queen of Sin will once again ring out in the fields.

But that night... that night we learned that it is not always the one who attacks the strongest who wins,

but the one who knows how to resist, adapt, and ignite the flame of hope when all seems lost.

And so, with the moon as our witness, we swore to fight again.

Because in this game of war and alliances...

second place is not the end, but the beginning of the next victory.