What else can I do? Ebson's gaze wandered helplessly in search of something, something to rely on. The Mage Corps? They had already done their best. If it were not for their relentless unleashing of thunder-based and flame magic from the fortress, causing those barbarians to think twice and retreat, the tidal wave of barbarians might have already breached the City Wall and would be here drinking to their victory.
The Poznan Knights? They too had suffered heavy losses. Curse that Lecler, he had now become the lackey of that usurper; his sudden attack with the Homer Knights had disrupted our own assault formation, forcing our Knights regiment to retreat and leading to the complete collapse of our line.
