The flames of war had slowly inched forward!
Several areas along the defensive lines had been breached. The witcher-knights rode tall on their magic colts while waving their blinding longswords, frequently appearing at the edge of the Mages' base. They engaged in deadly battle with the voodoo beasts, robotic beasts, and ghouls standing guard there.
If the surroundings of the base hadn't been littered with numerous magic traps, the hordes of witcher-knights would probably have long since swarmed into the base and started their siege on the war tower.
Even so, the space left for the Mages to maneuver themselves was slowly decreasing as the frontline gradually closed in to the Mages' tower. A final fighting force was slowly assembling in front of the gates of the tower. Thirteen Mages were defending this spot to their deaths, not giving even an inch of ground.
