And so began the next phase of the battle... a dance unlike any other. On one side, the Musician Captain, leading his fleet like a maestro, weaving plans and strikes with precision and style.
His movements were calm, measured, and elegant… but full of deadly intent. On the other side stood Ys, the embodiment of chaos and instinct. Her control wasn't cold or calculated. It was raw, passionate, and wild.
She didn't move pieces on a board; she became her units, driving them with ferocity and hunger. Every fighter she touched became a storm. Every moment she commanded, the enemy bent beneath her will.
The battlefield transformed into a true ballet of war.
Tactics versus Instinct.
Discipline versus Frenzy.
Order versus Madness.
And at the center of it all, two commanders clashed, not face-to-face, but through the music of destruction, the rhythm of war.
The next act of this symphony had begun.
