The sky was dark during dawn. It was about eight in the morning. The sun finally showed its greyish white figure in the sky. After a while, thick clouds gathered, and the bright sun disappeared. It was replaced by a few raindrops along a slight south-eastern wind. Maratore that was tortured by fresh blood and heat for one night finally became a little more refreshed.
The fortress was located right at the edge of the mountain. The light of the fire blinked under the dark sky.
The road at the southern wall near the overhang door had already collapsed. There were bodies and arrows at the ruins of walls. Those who approached this place did not even need to look to know how intense the battle was for the whole night. They could smell it in the air.
