As the tension finally dissipated, everyone sank to the floor, exhaustion evident in their expressions. Terror was painted across their faces as they processed the harrowing experiences of the night, each breath a reminder of the terror they had just endured.
Even the survivors sheltered within the walls trembled in fear, their anxiety heightened by the distant gunfire and the ominous echoes of the horde beyond.
All night long, they were gripped by dread, praying fervently for the battle to come to an end, each sound a reminder of the danger lurking just outside their fragile sanctuary.
As the sun rose in the east, a wave of relief washed over everyone, as if a fishbone had finally been dislodged from their throats.
The distant gunfire gradually faded, leaving behind an eerie silence, punctuated only by the sight of black smoke billowing from various points along the wall.