Surrounded and fading, Orléans stood ready to fall—until she arrived. Joan of Arc, touched by the Celestial Quill Elierva, turned despair into fire. Her courage broke the siege, the Tourelles fell, and the English shadows vanished. Orléans did not fall—it rose.
Sir John Fastolf forged a fortress of wagons against the advancing French — a last stand born from desperation and defiance. As darkness swallowed the battlefield, a radiant light tore through the night sky and bent the fate of the war. Here… on this blood-soaked ground… betrayal, fire, and miracles collide.