The knights stiffened, their hearts pounding as they gazed at the encroaching army—realizing, with growing dread, that similar forces were visible on the southern and western horizons. The capital was completely surrounded.
"Your walls may be strong, your soldiers brave, but we are countless. Your city will burn, your people will fall, and every stone you hold dear will be reduced to ash."
Jareth paused, his eyes narrowing.
"However, mercy is not beyond my grasp. Surrender now—lay down your arms, open your gates, and offer your head, and perhaps what remains of your precious city can be spared."
"Refuse…"
"...and there will be no vengeance to seek, no legacy to preserve. Only ruin."
The communication cut off with a sharp pulse.
The knights on the wall exchanged glances.
"Sound the horns!"
