The sun had barely risen over the jagged cliffs when the flames ignited, casting an eerie glow over the fortress walls. Blackstone Keep, once an impregnable stronghold perched high on the mountains, was under siege. The enemy had come in the night, swift and deadly, scaling the steep cliffs with ropes and ladders, bringing fire and fury with them.
Captain Aedric watched from the battlements, his heart pounding as the battle raged below. His men, armed with longbows and swords, had fought bravely through the night, but the enemy was relentless. Shadows danced across the mountainside as invaders climbed the rocky slope, determined to breach the castle’s defenses. The air was thick with smoke, the stench of burning wood and oil filling his lungs.