The morning of the 17th of July in the year 1267, marked by the birth of our savior, witnessed the gentle rise of the sun over the horizon. , the sun emerged on the eastern horizon with a gentle, golden embrace. Its radiant rays cast a warm and hopeful light over the city of Durazzo, where, unlike the usual bustling activity that filled the square, an eerie stillness prevailed. The city had withdrawn into a collective silence, as if its inhabitants sought refuge in the quiet solitude of their homes, yearning for a brief respite before the impending storm unleashed by the relentless Epirotian army.