Creation by fans of the game.

The Omega Prince also doesn't quite understand my style.

Style? I think there's a complete inability to express thoughts. And the ones he did express, he couldn't express them correctly.

He had a terrible headache, a sharp pain in his side, and he didn't even hide it.

He walked hunched over, clutching his head.

- Are you alright, Lord? - the warrior asked him.

Asked? I think he was stating it. I have a clear picture in my mind: a two-meter-tall brute with large hands in plate gauntlets, rubbing one fist with the other, and saying sternly:
- Are you alright, Lord.
And you can't argue with him. He argued last time, and now he has a headache and a sharp pain in his side...

A few images flashed before Agler. Everything became clearer, the pain subsided.

And there's confirmation: he remembered how he was beaten, pulled himself together, and answered so as not to get it again:

- Yes, I'm alright... Uh... Let's go.

Well, I'm right.

Further - more:

In the 538th year of the Era of Suffering.

Clearly, this is a story about the past and what has already happened. We read on and see events in the present:

a dark camp was established near the port city, and a spy was sent without delay.

AAAAA!!! What spy? Where was he sent? Why was he sent? Is he dark, or whose is he?

He brought a lot of bad news: 18,000 dark creatures faced 40,000 soldiers, 70% of whom were archers.

It became a little clearer with the spy, but then it gets worse. There are 18,000 dark creatures. They are not soldiers, not archers, they are dark creatures, well, okay. There are 40,000 soldiers against them, 70% of whom are archers. I imagine a medieval soldier who can barely count to 100, and he is asked:
- How many of you are there?
- Forty thousand! - the soldier proudly answers, having overheard a conversation between the officers. He doesn't really know how many, for him it's just a lot.
- And how many archers are among you? - then the soldier has an epiphany, he realizes that this is all a game, everyone around has attack and defense parameters, speed, HP, skills, all sorts of things, and he calmly answers, now with an answer that is clear to him:
- 70%.

But we move on:

the wall was truly strong, and not just a pathetic pile of stones hastily thrown on top of each other, as in the cities of the Deer Duchy.

Well, what do you want if the Duke is a deer? He doesn't need anything but to graze.

- Whether we like it or not, we will have to take the city, even at the cost of lives...

I see a picture: the main character delivers a pompous speech before the assault to inspire the soldiers... And then, a fail:

We will start the attack at night.

I'm cringing. This is just an epic combo breaker.
Let's skip the next paragraph and return to Agler's problems and his "warrior".

Agler woke up from a strong kick to the jaw.

I was right at the beginning! Further, the voice of some "Lord" in Agler's head stops him from stabbing with a knife, proving that the "warrior" is not who he seems, and then there's just a brain explosion:

- Yes, Lord. - Agler's voice sounded in his head.

Whose head? Agler's own voice sounds in his head? Then he should visit a mental hospital. Or is it the "Lord" whose head has Agler's voice? In short, who is messing with whose head?

Agler lowered the knife, stepped back, and waited for the words of Andargan's messenger.

And where did this one come from?

The road to Andargan's camp was short.

Small, compact road. If necessary, he picked it up, put it in his pocket, and it's gone.

Without words, Agler understood what Andargan had in mind, everything was becoming simpler. The army of the garrison was now dressed in a dark uniform, the enemy's defeat was inevitable...

What did Andargan have in mind? Which garrison's army? Which enemy's defeat? Where did the 70% of archers and 30% of melee units go?

- Speak, you bastard, why did you do this?! - Agler shouted angrily, delivering a strong blow to the old man's face.

Science doesn't go unpunished, he decided to get revenge.

And in general, this old man. Did he burn down the port alone? Is he a pyromaniac? Or are there still residents in the city, and they betrayed him?

The strongest Blacks were chosen to pull the ships, and Agler was not overlooked.

Who chose? I thought Agler was the commander here...
Over time, utter horror. They reached the forest an hour or two after lunch, and reached it by midnight. They left with the ships at lunchtime and reached it in a few hours before sunset. How is that even possible?

the devil's stone, holding the mask, would not let it go.

What stone? What mask? What are you talking about?

I agree with the Werewolf, if you want criticism, don't say that we don't understand "your style".