As Adrian and the others rushed through the city gates, the massive doors groaned shut behind them with a resounding thud. Chains rattled and locks clicked into place, sealing off the entrance just as the chaos beyond the walls began to escalate. The gatekeepers, covered in sweat and grime, exhaled in relief. Everyone finally made it back, just in time.
Breathing heavily, Adrian glanced around. The tension was palpable—soldiers scrambled to their posts, barking orders and carrying weapons and supplies. The air hummed with urgency as they readied for the imminent siege. Above them, the sky buzzed with activity.
Adrian's gaze was drawn upwards, where the General and the city's flying units were already taking to the skies. Beasts with massive wings and flying ships powered by magic rose higher, heading towards the dark horizon, where the first shadows of the enemy flocks could be seen. A faint hum of distant screeches from wyverns filled the air even from afar.
