To everyone's surprise, something happened that left the official forces native to the continent of Eruza, including the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Karthus Kingdom, who had been preparing to watch the spectacle, utterly shocked and terrified:
The war—the grand battle near the Rockpeak Valley Mountains, where hundreds of thousands of demons clashed with the foreign forces of the floating island, the Azeroth Empire—actually ended in the floating island's complete victory before dawn even arrived.
Yes, that's right—a complete victory!
And at this moment...
In the darkness, atop that hill, the Dark Prince Bozanlu, who was holding a Magic Sword and had successfully launched two orbital bombardments against the floating island over the past two hours, both of which had hit their targets precisely, was being cornered in the final camp by Paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand from Lordaeron.
"Impossible!"
"You can't possibly be this strong!"
"No!"
"That floating island couldn't possibly withstand bombardment from an orbital magic cannon. That's the ultimate weapon!"
"That absolutely can't be possible!"
Watching the Paladins in heavy silver plate armor, fully armed and shining with dazzling Holy Light, advance toward him step by step, Bozanlu hysterically shouted and waved his Magic Sword, roaring at the Silver Hand warriors slowly surrounding him.
"..."
"..."
"..."
However, none of the Paladins said a word, nor did they answer the enemy leader's questions. They simply held their weapons and cut down one demon guard after another who blocked their path, then slowly closed in on Bozanlu, their target, with unfriendly looks in their eyes.
"No!"
"Never!"
"I must destroy it!"
"Destroy it!!!"
Seeing the powerful Paladins drawing closer and his guards growing fewer by the second, Bozanlu not only did not consider teleporting away, but instead unexpectedly raised the Magic Sword Al'ar in his hand