The rebels, bolstered by newfound allies, had meticulously planned their assault on Shadow Keep. Catapults were positioned at strategic points, their crews ready to unleash fiery projectiles upon the fortress walls. Archers lined the battlements, their arrows poised to rain death upon any who dared to oppose them. Battering rams, massive constructs of iron and wood, stood at the forefront of the siege, their operators waiting for the signal to advance.
As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the rebels launched their attack with a deafening roar. The air was filled with the sound of crashing waves, as the siege engines unleashed their payloads upon the fortress. Flames erupted from the walls, engulfing towers and parapets in a fiery inferno. The defenders scrambled to respond, pouring boiling oil and launching counterattacks in a desperate bid to hold back the tide of invaders.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Lysandra led her forces forward, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her sword gleamed in the morning light as she charged headlong into the fray, her battle cry echoing across the battlefield. Beside her, her companions fought with a fierce determination, their resolve unshakable in the face of overwhelming odds.
For hours, the battle raged on, each side locked in a deadly dance of death and destruction. The defenders fought valiantly, their loyalty to Malakai unwavering even in the face of certain defeat. But for every blow they struck, the rebels answered in kind, their determination to overthrow the Shadow Lord unyielding.
As the sun reached its zenith, the tide of battle began to turn in favor of the rebels. The fortress walls crumbled beneath the relentless onslaught of their siege engines, and the defenders found themselves pushed back inch by inch. With a final, thunderous crash, the gates of Shadow Keep were breached, and the rebels surged forward, their victory within reach at last