The sound of the second line collapsing was unmistakable, a deafening roar of chaos as concrete shattered, metal groaned, and the cries of fallen soldiers filled the air. George's heart pounded as he stood on the wall, watching the enemy flood toward them, unchecked by the defenses they had relied on. The U.S. soldiers were scrambling to fall back to the stone wall, but the trolls and goblins were faster, relentless in their pursuit.
"They're pushing through!" Raven shouted over the chaos, her eyes sharp as she surveyed the battlefield below. The trolls were leading the charge now, their massive clubs smashing through any remaining obstacles, clearing a path for the hordes of goblins behind them.
"We can't let them reach the wall," George muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "If they breach this, we're done."
