After gaining an understanding of the situation in the outer city, Dawson slowly descended the high tower, finding the journey unexpectedly strenuous.
He continually calculated how long the outer city could hold, how long the inner city might last, but he knew no matter the math, they couldn't wait out the arrival of General Wang's reinforcements.
Ironblade City was destined to become a city of the dead.
Now, there was nothing left to do but that one thing.
He made his way to the drawing room.
To the east and west, the demon army's catapults relentlessly bombarded the city walls, while to the south, after several volleys of sword rain, the demon army's vanguard was about to engage in close combat with the city's defenders.
And to the north, under the cover of archers on horseback, infantrymen carrying ladders rushed towards the city walls.
The twilight of Ironblade City had begun.
