Officially Merged
It was approximately three hours before dusk right now, and Bardeelus expected that doomsday and its definition would arrive somewhere between this time bracket. The town has been successfully barricaded, yet he felt like the most useless man on the planet!
His legacy and upbringing spoke of great volumes, 'enders of evil eras' so to say, and yet, he could barely save his hometown. If Artakam didn't reluctantly have this stone-based architecture, then everyone here would end up dead as well. He wouldn't even be able to protect his own people!
What had happened over the weeks was both confusing and conflicting. He had miscalculated from the very beginning, when he underestimated the necromancers, who were bothering Artakam. If he had put in effort to stop them, then perhaps Artakam wouldn't have been infiltrated by Laidon's men. He felt tricked, and humiliated.