"Boom!"
The thunderous sound of distant artillery fire rose and fell like the whispers of demons, ceaselessly eroding people's psychological defenses. Each explosion came with the trembling of the earth, as if the whole city was on the verge of collapse amidst the quaking ground.
Citizens hid in sturdy buildings or tightly grasped the hands of their loved ones in basements. Fear and anxiety filled almost everyone's eyes.
Banyoles City was tightly suffocated in the iron grip of the enemy armies, as if a heart was being relentlessly squeezed by a merciless hand, each beat accompanied by suffocating tension. The air was rife with a mixture of gunpowder and dust, stinging people's nostrils and fraying their tightly strung nerves.
People gathered together in the shelters, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads as they tensed with extreme anxiety; some hung their heads in silence, their gazes hollow as they tried to suppress the fear in their hearts.
