The bells sounded, echoing throughout the city, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and turning it into dread. The voices of the captains and commanders toward the soldiers they commanded were like a broken record, repeating the same words over and over. The knights helped each other, giving each other's helm, equipping their armor, and checking each other's weapons as they listened to their captains.
The heavy rain poured into the city, the night sky combined with the dark clouds made it even colder and darker. The shouts were heard in every corner of the city, echoing and resonating with each other. Silence didn't exist because silence created doubts in that situation.
"Yield is not an option! Fight for yourself and the people! Hold your weapons like your life depends on them!" The captain shouted as he tapped his hands onto the soldiers they were going to command.
