As night descended upon the city of Prevesa, a shroud of darkness enveloped its ancient walls. The distant murmur of the besieging forces lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the imminent clash that awaited within the shadows. The moon, a silvery crescent in the night sky, cast an ethereal glow over the city's silhouette.
Within the besieged walls, the torches atop the ramparts flickered, their feeble flames warding off the encroaching darkness. The city lay in an uneasy stillness, the quiet before the storm. The inhabitants, weary and anxious, sought solace in their homes, knowing that the impending siege would test their resolve and the strength of their defenses.
