Massive balls of fire rained downed from the heavens outside the city wall. The rain was still here, but barely noticeable after the wave. There was a cannon-like object on top of the wall too, and it was eye-catching: it a bit too fat to be called a canon. If they were firing, then that could have meant only one thing. Those undead must be already here!
"Looks like, this is it," I said. I hated to admit it but our luck was finally over. We were surrounded by undead inside the city and the city itself was surrounded from the outside. We couldn't suppress just these undead, how were we supposed to anything about those outside? The only logical conclusion? We were screwed, there was no doubt about it.
"I hate to say this, but probably it wasn't a good thing we met," Gorgan said with a smile.
If we weren't dying, I'd have surely hit you myself. What was wrong with that guy's sense of humor? Was he high or something?
