Heavy Losses

The probing attack had served its purpose, paving the way for the main assault.

From his vantage point atop the wall, Wise observed the advancing Merlock army breaching the city's final line of defense with a solemn expression.

"Fire!" he commanded, his voice ringing out across the battlefield. "Knights, defend the gate!"

With practised precision, the two hundred archers raised their bows, arrows aimed at the oncoming Merlocks. Meanwhile, inside the gate, the waiting knights bore grim yet determined expressions, prepared to repel the impending assault.

"Send word to Dray," Wise instructed urgently. "Have him lead the cavalry. When the opportunity arises, they are to charge into the fray!"

“Roger!”

Dray wasted no time upon receiving the orders. Mounting his horse, he drew his axe, eyes fixed on the emergency gate opening before him.

A thunderous rumble of hooves filled the air as the cavalry, previously stationed outside the city walls, sprang into action.

To the south, Roland and hi