The inner city walls of Almorr rose high, pristine compared to the shattered ruins of the outer districts.
Here, the architecture was grander — ancient mansions built of polished marble, gilded gates, and ornamental spires rising into the sky.
But today, that beauty would become a battleground.
As the Romanus siege towers rumbled forward, servants and slaves from the inner city stood shoulder to shoulder with noblemen, clad in scavenged ceremonial, and decorative armor.
Many held swords that had never tasted blood, shields intended for decoration, and spears more suited to tournaments than war.
But they fought all the same, driven by fear of the invaders and the desperate lies of King Aled, who still proclaimed that foreign devils had come to erase their culture, their bloodline, and their gods.
