The attack had been relentless, the sound of the undead army's moans and the scraping of their rotting flesh against the castle walls had become a constant reminder of our precarious situation. With each passing day, their numbers grew, and their strength increased. It was clear that we needed to act quickly before the situation became unmanageable.
The gate had opened up, and our army had taken their positions. The archers, with their bows at the ready, stood at the front of the line, while the fire minions prepared their weapons. As the zombies began to approach the gate, the archers let their arrows fly, and the fire minions unleashed a wave of flames upon the undead horde.
