The city gate was flung open, and the army flooded into the city like a burst dam, launching attacks on all the living creatures within.
Meanwhile, Krat and others had established a defensive perimeter in the heart of the city, making their final stand.
They had managed to snatch a brief respite.
...
In the heart of Tasgo City.
Various items had been piled up to form a makeshift fortress. All the orcs were gathered there, preparing to endure the final assault.
At this moment, a lot of them were already filled with regret.
If they had known it would come to this, they should have heeded 'Rhesa' and surrendered.
Though the words of the undead couldn't be fully trusted, at least they seemed to offer a chance of survival.
"Hold your ground, we haven't lost yet," Krat's deep voice echoed once more.
All the soldiers stayed silent, a profound stillness settling over the scene.
The only noises were the anguished groans of the wounded being treated.
