Troy glanced at the fortress.
His warriors were still fighting valiantly, relentless as they pushed against the monsters trying to overwhelm them with sheer numbers.
Seeing the cracked walls, which had been damaged by the Bronze Dragon, fully repair themselves once again, his worries dropped drastically.
He understood that the collapse of the wall would spell the doom of all the Darkmane warriors.
Of course, he was also well aware that there was only one person who could've fixed the walls. And that was none other than Kael of the Aslan Tribe.
'However, without his chieftain's permission, Kael would never do such a thing,' Troy thought.
A faint smile crept up his face when it dawned on him. They truly weren't being treated as mere cannon fodder.
Sure, they might be the bait. But the fisherman was making sure that those who bit on the hook would find themselves flailing on land.
