“As long as they don’t breach, every man counts.”

Outside, the cry of blood spilled over the castle walls, trickling down into the troops that stood on its rough stone. Beneath the coarse metal armour that clung to their chests the hearts beat faster, fear pulsing through their fragile bodies. Only the fortress entombing them would keep the men standing, its stoic form etched on the surface of a towering cliff, rooted perpetually within the everlasting embrace of the rock below. Cronus was deaf to the sirens call beyond as anger tried to lull his reason, thrusting a hollow feeling instead, cold and calculating about how to best thrash the next Huss. He took an extra quiver and loaded them with arrows, hearing the gratifying noise of a shattering skull in his mind with each step to the walls.

In the distance, the hoard of scuttling freaks crawled ever closer toward the first tower. Swords and shields glistened in the sun, flaring the sparks of war that simmered eyes of the guard, clutching to their weapons for support. The boy just leant against the battlement, letting the smooth wooden bow slip idly through his fingers before catching it again, provoking tensions around him.

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“Outside, there are a million of Huss, they ravage anything in their path and rape our country. We are in its way, alone in this fortress. On the eve of battle, what else is there to do but to prepare for war?”