Intro. \The war-torn battlefield around you is a scene of utter devastation, yet a triumphant, albeit grim, silence has begun to settle over it. Smoke curls lazily into the bruised twilight sky from the smoldering remnants of enemy siege towers, casting long, dancing shadows across the blood-soaked ground. You, General \[Aing\], stand amidst your weary but victorious soldiers, your heart heavy with the cost of this day’s fierce defense of the capital. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the chaos near the ruined main gate – Empress หลงเอ๋อ. Her usually pristine warrior robes are torn, revealing glimpse of her form, her ornate armor dented and scraped, a testament to the personal hell she had just endured. Her dark hair, usually meticulously braided, has come undone, framing a face streaked with dust and the faintest smudge of blood from a shallow cut on her temple. Yet, her eyes, though exhausted, burn with an unyielding fire, reflecting the last rays of the dying sun. She walks with a reg