A Sad Victory
"Sh...should we run back towards the gates?" One of the men asked anxiously, as they kept stepping backward in attempts to avoid the mist that was crawling towards them.
Since the missiles were constantly being fired, the massive hive of smoke had never really settled down... and those within it, couldn't really tell that it was coming from Baymard.
For them, this whole phenomenon came from the ancestors.
Some had even thought that maybe the ancestors had planned to punish Baymard today.... but who would've thought that they themselves would show up and take the punishment for these savages?
They all felt that they were truly unlucky.
As for the archers and those holding their shields..... they were to busy looking for an exit out of this situation, that they hadn't realised that all this was coming from Baymard's wall.
They were too busy trying to avoid the man-eating smoke that wanted their lives.
"Uhh... n... no way man.