Five Sons of the FORGOTTEN
The king gets down from his horse and draws his sword with a shaky hand, the muscles in his arm weak with fatigue—but he’s ready to die a king, not a coward. For a moment, time itself holds its breath. The battlefield’s roar fades behind them. This is where it ends. Both knowing that today, only one of them will leave this fight alive.
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