The walls of the city had withstood a year under a relentless siege. Effie and her mercenary army, as well as the inhabitants of the city whom Morgan had armed and trained, defended them with their lives, soaking the ancient stones with their blood.
There were more than a few champions from other realms who had come to join the battle against Azarax, too. Overall, the forces supporting the Mason were quite fearsome, easily comparable to one of the Great Clans at the peak of their power.
The dreadful horde had descended upon the city a dozen times, but was repelled over and over again… even if the cost of these victories was dire.
Azarax commanded a nearly endless number of soldiers, so he could simply continue to throw them at the walls of the defiant city and wait for its citizens to fall to attrition. Behind him was a vast empire that spanned a hundred realms, capable of producing an almost infinite amount of resources to sustain the siege…
But it wasn't that simple.
