A guard in the fortress's tower glanced through the telescope with a frown on his face. In the distance, he could see dust rising from a wide path covered with stones and mud. Trying to focus, his eyes squinted, and he soon noticed people riding horses in black robes. His heart raced as he watched the soldiers appear one by one from a distance.
A cold sweat formed on his forehead. They have arrived, and the king hasn't sent reinforcements yet! They only had about two hundred troops stationed at the eastern gate, and by the looks of it, it seemed that the number of enemies was about a thousand!
He could see a group of black-clad enemies had already appeared on the horizon. His legs trembled as he whipped out a whistle and blew it three times in response. The royals had developed a special whistle that could be heard for miles. The royal family had used magic to enhance its sound that could reach even the palace!
