The night had fallen. Neonidas's army loomed around the capital like a colossal shadow. The fear etched into the hearts of his enemies gradually eroded their resolve. The soldiers inside stood on high alert, but their eyelids grew heavy. The days-long siege had drained them both mentally and physically.
A faint smile appeared on Neonidas's lips as he watched the trembling sentries atop the walls. Patience was the greatest weapon. Ignoring his own fatigue, he strolled through the camp. Every movement he made imposed an invisible authority over his soldiers. His mere presence inspired confidence in his men and despair in his enemies.
Inside the commander's tent, the air was tense. Kael, Allea, and the other officers awaited Neonidas's arrival. They were hunched over a map, discussing the latest developments within the city.
Kael lifted his head and spoke.
