The air was thick with anticipation as Kiriah strolled through the newly constructed weapons camp. Ballistas and cannons towered over the landscape, their polished metal glinting in the sunlight.
It wasn't just the weapons; there were hundreds of wooden boxes filled with cannonballs, explosives, iron arrows, and many more types of ammunition required for the battle. Just by seeing the sheer amount, anyone could tell that this wasn't a battle Garnt was fighting just for fun.
A group of determined individuals huddled around, inspecting the formidable artillery.
Kiriah, clad in sturdy armour, approached the gathering, his eyes assessing the weapons with a mix of pride and seriousness. He gestured toward the impressive ballistas and cannons, "These weapons are our key to victory, my villagers. We need them in top-notch condition if we're to face Baktou and his forces."
