1 Prologue

"General, they are about to breach the eastern part of the wall! We need reinforcements!" The messenger, despite wearing light armor, was panting with exertion.

"The door, the door is about to give!" Shouted another of the men among the crowd that was leaning out to observe the situation.

*There is no time left. We have already lost too many men.* He exchanged gaze between the door and the huge crack in the wall. *May the gods have mercy on our souls.*

"Prepare a unit that is in charge of collecting and stacking all the bodies of the fallen soldiers on the wall and pile them in front of the gate. Those who are already there, pile them up to form a wall."

"S-sir?" Lieutenant Felert could barely contain his outrage.

"Follow the orders! I want a wall of bodies at the main gate, leave a detachment guarding it and move the rest to reinforce the breach!" In the distance the echo of enemy war horns could be heard. "Quickly!"

The messenger left the place in a hurry, heading west.

"W-what are we going to do, General?" Asked another of the staff members.

"All of you, come with me, we will go to defend the breach. If we can't fend off the next attack, the city will fall."

Most of the men gathered in the tent nodded. Some showing their enthusiasm for participating in the battle. Others stirred uncomfortably. Be that as it may, the fate of Daliant and the rest of the Arascian army was sealed.

Boom...! Boom...! BOOM! The third detonation ended up opening the crack formed in the wall. Dozens of rubble flew in all directions. The general saw a particularly large chunk hit the head of a soldier before the smoke blinded them all.

"In position! Prepare for the assault!"

The screams of the enemy soldiers could be heard very close. It didn't take long for him to see the outlines of the enemy soldiers in the middle of the smoke.

"Archers! For Arascia!"

A shower of arrows fell where the wall opened due to the explosion. Daliant could hear the screams and wails of the enemy.

"Now! Charge!" There was still a slight dust cloud left, but if he delayed the charge further, the enemy would have a clear view of his positions, and given the advantage of the high ground, he couldn't afford such a luxury.

He drew his sword and, screaming at the top of his lungs, he plunged into the thinning cloud of dust. The first thing he came across was a Heresian soldier sobbing and clutching the hand he just lost. The general made a quick movement with his greatsword and dumped it against the side of the soldier, who went flying, limp, impacting against the remains of the wall.

Daliant didn't bother to find out if the guy was still alive, he was already unloading blows against the bulk of the enemy formation. One, two, three... there came a time when he lost count of the times he had unloaded the greatsword on the enemy troops, but little by little he could realize that his men were repelling the attack successfully.

"For Arascia!" He beheaded a soldier who had either lost his helmet in combat or didn't have enough savings to buy one. "Victory is ours, advance!"

He heard the screams of his men and the enemy charge weakened. *It shouldn't take too long for the enemy to order retreat.* Knowing that this was a key moment, he continued to swing his greatsword, making wide circles and taking away any fool who had the courage to approach him. Just then he noticed a pinch under his armpit that caused him to lose all the air in his lungs.

"Agh!" He tried to say something, but only managed to wheeze, before falling to the ground.

"The general is down! Take him to a safe place! Carry on the attack!" It was the last he heard before he lost consciousness.