Arrow in Tywin Lannister

"Hold the line!"

Tywin Lannister's pale green eyes watched the brutal slaughter before him without emotion. His voice cut through the clash of weapons and the roar of men, cold and clear.

He was the bait—the central target of this cavalry force.

"Anyone who retreats! Hang them!"

Tywin Lannister issued his orders methodically, as though the trembling earth beneath his feet and the shrill screams in his ears did not exist.

Outside the luxurious command tent, countless burning tents had dyed the night sky an eerie orange-red.

He knew full well that this first surprise assault by the Riverlands' heavily armored cavalry was their sharpest and most difficult attack to withstand.

As long as he held his ground here, the lords of the Westerlands who had already fled the chaos would gradually gather and reorganize their scattered troops in the distance.

Then they would come back to reinforce him.

He had complete confidence in the fear he had spread throughout the Westerlands.

No one would dare flee first. No one would dare face his wrath afterward—the punishment that could wipe out an entire family.

Time. He needed time.

If he could hold this cavalry force back, his army would gradually complete its reorganization and crush these Riverlands fools who did not know their place.

Rosso Brune was frantic with anxiety.

His scarlet eyes swept across the battlefield. Several hundred more well-equipped Lannister soldiers had already broken free from the chaos and begun converging on the most luxurious tent.

Every minute wasted made Tywin Lannister's defensive line that much more secure.

He could not wait.

"Men of the Riverlands!"

The cavalry commander let out an enraged roar, no longer attempting to bypass the scattered resistance.

Instead, he took the lead and charged straight at the forming wall of red.

"Fortune and