Chapter 11 - The Tides of War
The battle had turned in their favor—until the horn sounded.
A deep, echoing note rippled through the battlefield, sending a chill down Khisa's spine.
Reinforcements.
Mumia's face tightened. "That's not a retreat signal. More are coming."
Khisa's stomach twisted. He had accounted for many things, but this... this was dangerous. If the enemy regrouped with fresh numbers, their advantage would shatter.
For the first time, doubt clawed at him. Did I miscalculate?
The weight of command bore down on him, and for a terrifying second, he felt like he couldn't breathe. The battlefield blurred—the smoke, the blood, the screaming—all of it spinning in a chaotic storm.
Then Ayaan's voice cut through the fog in his mind.
[Khisa! You need to keep your cool. We have to adapt. Right now!]
He ran through all the simulations in his head. One of them just had to work.
He exhaled, pushing the panic down. No time to hesitate. Think. Move.