Chapter 115 Siege Of Maradon

• The enemy forces spread out like a dark tide, their torches flickering in the predawn gloom. The sight was chilling—rows of soldiers clad in black armor, monstrous beasts pulling siege engines, and shadowy figures that seemed to fade in and out of existence.
• From her vantage point on the city walls, Ariella tightened her grip on the Keystone of Lumina. Its faint glow provided a strange comfort amid the impending chaos.
• “They outnumber us ten to one,” Eryndor said, scanning the enemy lines through a spyglass. “We’ll need every trick in the book to hold them off.”