Despite being outnumbered, the Ereian defenders proved to be formidable opponents against the horde. With their ample supply of oil, they strategically set fire to the ladders propped against the walls, engulfing both structures and soldiers in blazing flames. The city walls were transformed into a fiery battleground, devouring everything in its path.
The flames danced like malevolent spirits, licking at the wooden ladders, turning them into pyres.
Orcish bodies, singed and blackened, clung to the smoldering rungs. Their roars, raw and guttural, rose above the crackle of the fire, a testament to their unyielding ferocity.
Among the defenders on the ramparts, the sight of the orcs braving the inferno ignited a storm of conflicting emotions. Fear, cold and primal, gripped their hearts, a whisper of doubt that slithered through their ranks.