Despite the chaos and devastation surrounding us, Gwendolyn's words brought a small glimmer of hope. If Fiona and Sir Michael weren't among the fallen, there was still a chance they were safe. But that relief was short-lived, as we both knew they could be anywhere, fighting for their lives or worse.
"They'll be fine," Gwendolyn said, her voice strained with urgency. "We need more men here."
I nodded in agreement, scanning the area for any sign of movement or survivors. The sounds of arrows flying through the sky still echoed in the distance, a grim reminder of the ongoing struggle against the incoming army.
"We'll split up," Gwendolyn decided quickly. "You head up to our tower and get ten men to come down. I'll head to where Wen is. We need to cover as much ground as possible."
