Gairos stood atop the crumbling remnants of the city wall of Confluendi, his gaze fixed on the advancing army.
Arrows whistled through the air,Gairos saw some of the arrows hitting targets. Soon however, the enemy's volleys came too in relentless waves, making it nearly impossible for his men to return fire without exposing themselves to the hail of deadly projectiles. Gairos clenched his jaw, frustration simmering beneath the surface as he surveyed the wall where few of his men had already fallen.
He turned to face his soldiers, and what he saw tightened his gut: fear etched across their faces, their eyes wide and uncertain.
"Look at me!" he commanded, his voice firm yet steady. He stepped closer, locking eyes with each soldier. "This is our city! Our home! We will not let them take it from us without a fight!"
