Breaking In
The whole day, huge boulders destroyed everything in their path. Some hit the walls while others went beyond them, crushing adjacent buildings or even smashing the sides of the Golden Draconian Palace.
The top of the ramparts collapsed in some places, forcing the archers to retreat. People became trapped under the rubble in the inner courtyard, while others attempted to rescue them. Morale deteriorated with the cries and boulders falling from the skies.
Drake hated this situation more than anything else. He wanted to charge into battle, to bleed and make others bleed as well, to cut lives short up to the moment when his own would end. He could do that. Staying here, doing nothing besides hearing the screams and turmoil, he couldn't do it.
His fingers pounded over the sword's hilt. The carnage inflicted here raised a hunger for revenge inside him. The hunger for blood stirred deep inside his core, an emptiness with claws and teeth demanding to be filled.