The soldier gulped, his face pale with fear. "Y-yes, commander. I won't repeat it."

The commander surveyed the landscape. "This valley… what do they call it again? Ah, yes, King's Valley. A fitting place for the Neothaliyans, a land shrouded in dark energy." He issued a command to his soldiers. "Have they arrived yet?"

"No, commander," a soldier quickly responded. "There's no sign of the enemy."

"Two hours remain," the commander muttered, his gaze fixed on the high ground flanking the path. "Whatever you're planning, Neil, we're ready for it."

On one side, Neil is weakened and unprepared for battle. On the other, the enemy awaits, armed and fueled by a sinister agenda. The mysterious voice continues to torment Neil, but its purpose remains unclear. As the two armies prepare to clash in King's Valley, the fate of the war hangs in the balance.