The chaos of battle erupted as the engineers activated their traps, the sound of mechanisms clicking and heavy thuds reverberating through the narrow pass. Concealed pits opened under the feet of the Varzadian soldiers, their cries cut short as they plunged into the depths, impaled on stakes hidden beneath the earth. Spiked barricades shot up, blocking escape routes and herding the enemy into even tighter clusters, creating an inescapable nightmare.
Wilhelmina stood atop the ridge, her eyes sharp, her presence commanding as she shouted her orders. Her voice cut through the cacophony, clear and resolute. "Keep them bottled in! Don't give them room to breathe! They need to feel the pressure from every side!"
