Here's the beginning of the new prologue. I hope you enjoy!

"Are you well, General?" a man asked, his voice deep and low, concern etched into his pale face. He tried to mask his worry with a grim expression, but the wrinkles on his forehead betrayed him.

The other man nodded silently, his gauntleted hand resting on the hilt of his saber. His blue eyes, cold and watchful, scanned the battlefield. Blood, both dried and fresh, stained his brown skin, a stark contrast to the gleaming metal of his armor. Sweat trickled down his cheek, tracing a path along his jaw and neck. He didn't acknowledge the man beside him.

"Percival, you've won. We've won. You can let go of your weapon now." The man ran a hand through his oily black hair, tied back for battle but with loose strands framing his face. "We need to find General Kayth and bring him back to Valoria." He spoke the obvious, trying to draw Percival’s attention.