As another stress-filled hour passed, the guilds outside the walls were still holding on to their attacks. Everyone manning the walls had their nerves properly racked, waiting for the first movements to happen.
It seemed that all the guilds outside were waiting on something, and every passing second made the tension thicker. Astaroth was currently standing atop the wall at the gate.
Next to him was Phoenix, who was looking at the number of players that had already accumulated here. Both of them knew there were also players hiding in the forest, around the base, ready to climb the walls away from the main fighting.
That was the problem with having a circular fortress in the middle of a forest. There was no natural barrier covering any of their directions.
If they had more players in their guild, that might not be an issue. But with their limited personnel, it certainly was.
