"Prepare the arrows!" Octavius shouted across the wall as multiple men ran across the wall carrying a bundle of arrows. Stuffing them into a container, the defenders coordinated a defence.
The cold wind blew in Octavius' face, making him slightly shiver. The cold winds of the North had made their way down to the Midlands, and Octavius knew it was only a matter of time before the entire Empire was covered in snow. Looking down at his uniform, he frowned, seeing it wasn't suited for the coming winter.
Looking back up at the road in front of him, Octavius smiled. The castle was located in a small valley and became an unofficial checkpoint within the Midlands that started the journey south. It was a place that completely favoured the defender, but due to its size, it couldn't hold a large garrison force.
