The bleak wind howled. Snowflakes as large as goose feathers once again began to drift down from the sky, falling endlessly.
Beneath the heavy snowfall, a dense swarm of Wilderness People in beast-pelt hats surged toward a city wall over ten blades high, like a tide of pitch-black ants.
War cries shook the heavens, interspersed with ceaseless screams of agony.
The air was frigid, but the atmosphere was fever-pitched.
Scalding blood splattered across the city wall, drenching it until it steamed in the dead of winter.
Leiden stood atop a watchtower, watching the slaughter from afar.
By his calculations, this host of Zor Elves had been assaulting the wall for three full days.
And yet, they still hadn't taken it.
These High Elves were tougher than he had imagined.
WHOOOO~
A deep, desolate horn blast echoed.
