The sound of warhorses roared, arrows fell like rain, converging the power of the battle formation's Dharma Form, surging down upon the city walls. Without the protection of a formation, the sturdy walls were fiercely impacted by such military formation attacks, unable to withstand it.
The roar of the fierce tiger shook the fields, echoing through the skies.
Riding her small pony, closely following Batuer's Saatanati, she widened her eyes, witnessing the seemingly real Divine Tiger charging forth. The blade gleams emitted by the cavalry wielding golden curved swords formed the claws and teeth of this tiger, tearing forward.
In her memory, the tall and sturdy city that was unreachable, dividing the inside and outside like an insurmountable barrier, was thus ripped apart by the tiger's sharp claws as if slicing through tofu.
