Siege of K362 Kings Landing

Camie had earned her reputation the hard way.

Across the kingdoms of GoT WiC, her name was spoken with equal parts admiration and dread. She was the top-ranked hunter in the game, climbing the ranks slowly, she was a player whose merit count dwarfed that of nearly everyone else. Kingdoms learned to fear the sight of her city appearing on their maps. Entire alliances scattered when reports surfaced that she had entered their region. For nearly two years she had hunted relentlessly, crushing armies, capturing lords, and collecting victories that most players could only dream of.

Yet for all her success, Camie had grown restless, eager for something... Different.

The problem with becoming the best was that eventually, nobody seemed capable or wanting to challenge you.

Every hunt felt the same. She would scout a target, identify a weakness, launch an attack, and watch another army disappear. The results became predictable. The excitement that had once driven her to spend countless hours perfecting her account was fading.

She wanted a challenge.

Not another easy target.

Not another abandoned city filled with troops and no strategy.

She wanted an opponent capable of making her question herself.

That opportunity appeared when reports emerged from Kingdom 362.

Kings Landing, one of the most prestigious seats of power in the kingdom, was under the control of a hunter group known as LgS. Rumors suggested that several powerful players had gathered there, creating a defensive force that few would dare attack.

To Camie, that sounded perfect.

Despite her confidence, she wasn't reckless. Experience had taught her that charging blindly into any battle was the sure fastest way to become someone else's meal. Before making any move, she dispatched a scouting account into Kingdom 362.

And the reports were impressive.

Kings Landing was protected by a massive bowmen defense containing well over four million troops. The army was a mixture of Tier 4 and elite Tier 5 soldiers, creating a defensive wall that would be almost impossible for most players to break. The troop count alone would have discouraged nearly anyone else.

Camie simply smiled.

She wasn't just another hunter.

Her entire account had been refined specifically to counter bowmen-heavy defenses. Years of optimisation, research, and battlefield experience had transformed her army into a weapon designed to exploit one of the most common defensive strategies in the game.

This was exactly the type of battle she wanted.

A rally would attract too much attention. The moment rally horns appeared, reinforcements would arrive and the target could shield or relocate. Camie wanted speed.

She wanted violence.

Most importantly, she wanted the satisfaction of proving that skill could overcome overwhelming numbers.

Without hesitation, she launched a solo attack.

Her march surged toward Kings Landing carrying approximately 1.3 million troops. Compared to the four million soldiers waiting behind the walls, it looked hopeless.

The defenders certainly believed so.

As the armies collided, the battlefield erupted into chaos.

Wave after wave of defenders crashed into Camie's advancing forces. Casualties mounted rapidly on both sides. The sheer volume of enemy troops threatened to overwhelm her offensive, but her specialized reductions began to take effect. Bowmen who should have been tearing through her army found their effectiveness diminished.

Slowly, the impossible started becoming possible.

The battle stretched on longer than expected. Every report that arrived showed massive losses on both sides. Yet with each exchange, the defenders weakened.

Eventually, the walls broke.

The four-million-strong defense collapsed.

Manbiw's army was devastated.

Millions of troops were killed or wounded as Camie's forces carved through the city. Although Manbiw's lord escaped capture by the narrowest of margins, the result was undeniable.

Camie had won.

Against overwhelming odds, her smaller army had shattered one of the largest defences in the kingdom.

The victory came at a heavy price. Roughly 1.1 million of her own troops had been lost in the assault. Yet as she reviewed the battle report, she felt something she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Excitement.

Finally, a battle that had pushed her limits.

Unfortunately for Camie, Kingdom 362 wasn't finished testing her.

While Kings Landing struggled to recover from the attack, whispers began spreading through the kingdom.

A new name was appearing.

Neronac.

Unlike Manbiw, Neronac wasn't interested in chasing merit or launching random attacks. Their objective was simple.

Retake the Iron Throne.

From the moment Neronac arrived, the atmosphere changed.

Camie immediately attempted to gather intelligence. Scouts were dispatched repeatedly toward Neronac's city.

Every single one failed.

The inability to scout the target created an uncomfortable feeling. Anti scouts weren't uncommon but still, Camie was accustomed to having information. She relied on it. The unknown was dangerous.

Eventually, reports from observers stationed near Kings Landing revealed what she needed to know.

The findings were shocking.

Neronac was running a full female lineup bowmen defense.

Not just any female lineup.

One specifically designed to punish aggressive attackers through layers of defensive abilities, commander effects, and devastating disarms. The composition was widely regarded as one of the strongest defensive setups available.

For the first time during the campaign, Camie hesitated.

Her confidence remained, but caution entered the equation.

A solo attack was impossible.

Even she wasn't willing to gamble everything against a defense of that caliber.

If Neronac was going to be challenged, it would require a rally.

The decision was made.

Rally horns echoed across the battlefield.

Troops began gathering.

Marches converged from every direction as allies reinforced the attack. The rally grew larger and larger until it represented the full extent of Camie's offensive power.

Then something unexpected happened.

Neronac did nothing.

No panic.

No frantic reinforcements.

No attempt to shield.

No retreat.

They simply waited.

The calm confidence displayed by the defender was almost unsettling.

While others might have reacted to the approaching threat, Neronac appeared completely comfortable.

As the countdown reached its final moments, Camie understood the reality of the situation.

Even with a rally, she remained outnumbered.

Worse still, her signature bleed-based strategy was heavily countered by the female lineup protecting the city. Many of the advantages she normally relied upon would be significantly weakened.

But backing down was never an option.

The rally launched.

Millions of troops surged toward Kings Landing.

The impact was immediate.

And disastrous.

The defensive formation absorbed the attack with frightening efficiency. Disarms disrupted offensive momentum. Defensive abilities activated at exactly the right moments. Every attempt to establish control of the battle was met with resistance.

The deeper the rally pushed, the worse the situation became.

Reports flooded in.

Losses.

More losses.

Then even more losses.

The attack wasn't breaking through.

It was breaking apart.

Finally came the notification every attacker fears.

Camie's lord had been captured.

Moments later, her army vanished from the battlefield entirely.

The battle was over.

Defeat had arrived with brutal finality.

Silence followed.

All that remained was the wait for the final report.

When the results finally appeared, Camie studied them carefully.

The numbers were staggering.

Despite suffering a catastrophic loss, her forces had still inflicted nearly 1.8 million kills and wounded troops upon Neronac's defense. Against such a heavily favored matchup, that amount of damage was remarkable.

Yet it changed nothing.

The outcome was clear.

She hadn't merely lost the battle.

She had been slaughtered.

As she reviewed the report again and again, a strange sense of respect began replacing her frustration.

For years, she had been the hunter.

The unstoppable force.

The player everyone else feared.

Now she had encountered something capable of stopping her.

Neronac's defense had demonstrated the terrifying power of a properly constructed bowmen formation. Every strength Camie possessed had been challenged. Every advantage had been tested.

And ultimately, it hadn't been enough.

Long after the battle ended, Camie continued studying the report.

She searched for alternative marches.

Different formations.

Different commanders.

Different timing.

Anything that might have changed the outcome.

But no matter how many possibilities she considered, the conclusion remained the same.

There was no obvious path to victory.

And if the greatest merit hunter in GoT WiC could not find another solution, perhaps none existed.

For the first time in a very long time, Camie had found exactly what she was looking for.

A challenge she could not overcome.