The sky and the ground are filled.
Above, Tier 5's clash like gods in the storm—swords that split clouds, spells that boil the rain, shockwaves that flatten rooftops with every strike. Below, the field outside the walls churns with bodies—thousands of monsters pressing forward like an endless tide, their shrieks and war drums drowning the cries of men.
The Watervale warriors on the wall stare wide-eyed, their faces pale under the firelight.
"…By the gods…" one whispers, his bow trembling in his grip.
Another mutters hoarsely, "How are we gonna defend this."
"Shut your mouths!" a captain snarls, shoving them back into line. "You want to live? Then fight!"
The wall erupts in motion. Spells flare—lances of fire, bolts of lightning, spears of ice—raining into the first wave. Arrows darken the sky. Stones spell hurled from trebuchets smash into the monsters below, scattering blood and limbs.
But the tide doesn't stop.
