Perseus felt his heart fall at seeing his army being stopped at the very edge of the gates to his dreams.
They were so close.
By now, given the amount of resistance he had encountered and through even the few loud shouts he could pick up on, he had become certain the manor was definitely up there.
Which made it all the more heartbreaking as knowing he had come so close, having endured such hardships, only to be presented with such a tough challenge once again…well it was enough to make even this charismatic leader with a heart of steel feel crestfallen.
And like him, his army, who had taken hundreds of casualties as dead or wounded to get here, amounting to as much as 5% of their total force, too felt like breaking.
It had to be noted that even now the arrow fire, though reduced in its intensity, had not stopped, but had continued to pick off a few of their unlucky comrades with each volley, decreasing morale lower and lower.