Teuila watched as Archer finished his impassioned speech, rallying the soldiers with his words. The soldiers grew increasingly fervent, spurred on by the relentless barrage of mana cannon fire overhead.
The thunderous explosions supported Archer's silent declaration, fueling the troops' adrenaline as they prepared to charge into battle. Teuila stood nearby, her heart beating as she looked at her husband, whom she'd grown to love.
Cannons thundered in the distance, sending bursts of energy crashing into the already weakened defenses. Chunks of stone and debris rained with each explosion, weakening the fortifications.
As the walls began to crumble under the onslaught, adrenaline coursed through her veins. She knew what would come next—the Draconian army, fueled by a thirst for revenge, would charge forward, seizing the opportunity to breach the enemy's stronghold.
