The first day of the siege was a symphony of chaos and grim endurance. Arin's army, vast and relentless, launched wave after wave of assaults against the capital's walls.
Siege towers groaned as they were pushed forward, their ramparts bristling with heavily armored soldiers. Ladders slammed against the stone, immediately swarming with men eager to breach the defenses.
Elysia's defenders, though outnumbered nearly four to one, fought with a desperate, primal courage. The mercenaries, led by Daniel, proved their worth in the thickest fighting.
They were brutal, efficient, their movements honed by countless skirmishes. They reinforced the thinnest sections of the wall, their fresh strength a vital bulwark against the enemy's relentless pressure.
Daniel himself was a roaring, scarred whirlwind in the melee, his two-handed axe carving a bloody path through Arin's ranks.
