From a hilltop, Roy stood and looked out over the battlefield. The sound of clashing steel and the screams of dying men echoed in the distance. He anxiously rested his hand on the hilt of the legendary Durandal, which had been gifted to him by his father Eliwood before he went off to war.

Roy had dedicated his entire life to preparing himself to walk the same path as Eliwood. However, as he observed the ongoing war between the two armies, a sense of uncertainty began to erode his confidence. There has been a significant amount of bloodshed and loss of lives. However, it is important to question the purpose behind it all. His longing for peace appeared unattainable.

"General Roy, the western flank is faltering under the enemy's cavalry charge!"

A scout reported, breaking Roy's pensive stillness.

"Your orders?"

Roy inhaled deeply and strengthened his determination. His comrades relied on him. There was no room for failure.

"Send a pegasus knight squadron to reinforce and hammer their cavalry from the skies. Then have the mages prep a fire attack to cut off their retreat."

Roy commanded, his voice unwavering.

The scout saluted and rushed off to relay the orders. Roy gazed once more at the horizon, whispering under his breath,

"For peace…and for you, father."

Roy's doubts subsided momentarily as he made his way down the hill to reunite with his comrades. The battle was still ongoing.