Triggering the Trap
With the destruction of all the barrier layers, the assault from the Order of Purple Sun started genuinely.
"Advance!"
With a loud roar of encouragement, the soldiers in black-scaled armor marched forward in a terrifying black tide. At the very front of the assault were the demonic beasts, most of whom had already entered into a frenzied state. The beasts cared little for their well-being as they leaped through the streets and toward the fortified wall of the castle.
"Archers at the ready!" Marcus's dignified voice echoed all through the positions of the defenders. Per his command, the archers stationed both on and below the wall readied their arrows.