
Shadows of Victory
By Saman Jhh

16 Aug, 2024

The Mongol horde, relentless and fierce, advanced with their trademark precision, their armor gleaming under the pale light of the moon.

High above the valley, nestled within the rocky crevices of the mountains, the Assassins prepared for battle.

As the Mongols reached the foot of the cliff, the Assassins made their move, descending silently from above, striking with precision and grace.

In the heart of the Mongol ranks, chaos erupted. Assassins struck with calculated ferocity, targeting the commanders first.

The Mongols, trained for open combat, began to falter in the confined and treacherous terrain. What they expected to be a straightforward conquest was turning into a nightmare.

With each fallen Mongol, the morale of the Assassins soared. They moved like wraiths, striking from every angle, using the cover of darkness to their advantage.

As the battle raged on, the Mongol chief, began to realize the tide was turning against him. He bellowed orders, trying to regroup his forces, but it was too late.

An Assassin, having infiltrated the chaos with skillfully executed diversions, positioned himself close to the chief. With a deep breath, he readied his blade.

In a final, explosive maneuver, the Assassin sprang forth, a shadow flickering in the moonlight. With one swift motion, he plunged his blade into the chief’s side.

The Mongols, witnessing their leader felled, felt dread seep into their hearts. Panic spread, and the once-disciplined ranks crumbled into disarray.

With the Mongol forces in chaos, the Assassins had won the night. Their blades, still gleaming under the moonlight, were now the symbols of a hard-fought victory.