As I looked at the crumbling enemy wall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The catapults had done their job, and the enemy was now defenseless. The once-mighty walls were now reduced to rubble, and I knew that victory was within our grasp.
The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the battlefield. I could hear the distant screams of the enemy soldiers as they tried to repair their broken defenses. It was a futile effort. The damage was too severe, and their efforts were in vain.
As the catapults continued their assault, I took a moment to catch my breath. I had been fighting for hours, and I was exhausted. The weight of my armor felt heavy on my tired body, and I longed for a moment of rest.
But there was no time for rest. We had come too far to give up now. I signaled to Blister to continue the attack, and the catapults roared to life once more.
