The sound of cannons firing, trebuchets flinging magically empowered boulders, and the clash of magic echoed in the once peaceful plains. People screaming and shouting for justice, victory and death to the enemy.
For the past two nights and days, the empire's forces attacked with small units, whittling down the resistance and forces of the Alliance of Silvara and Arachneas.
At the front of the empire's well-trained shield-bearing warriors, a male with a dull brown beard and gleaming grey eyes that felt as if they could pierce the soul gazed at the devastated wall, chunks of stone missing, gaps where the barrages over two days damaged its former structure.
"Raise the Anti-Magic Shell, and activate the Anti-Monster Barrier!" A member of the empire's command called out, his voice firm and filled with cold aggression but also with a firm confidence of victory as the powerful defensive measures were put into action.
