Hundreds of them, moving as one. Armor glinted under torchlight. Weapons rose and fell in rhythm. And at the front, something massive was slamming against the gates over and over again.
Each impact shook the wall beneath their feet.
For a brief moment, even Caelus went still.
"…How the hell," he muttered.
Rhett's grip tightened around his weapon, his eyes locking onto the battlefield below.
"That many…" he said quietly.
Another crash echoed upward.
Wood cracked. Metal groaned.
Caelus snapped out of it first.
"Everyone, hold your positions!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Archers, keep firing! Aim for the ones climbing!"
The soldiers around him reacted immediately.
"Yes, sir!"
Arrows rained down once more, sharper and more focused this time.
"Don't waste shots!" Caelus continued. "Go for their joints. Slow them down if you can't stop them!"
Rhett stepped forward, resting one foot on the edge of the wall as he looked down.
His eyes burned.
