Eira Port.
The foggy docks.
The Saracen fleet, flying the Holy Fire Banner, rapidly sails toward the shore, the oars stretching out from both sides of the ships swiftly flailing under the captains' urgings.
Accompanied by the sound of boulders tearing through the air.
From the Siegfried High Tower, huge stones are thrown like Mjolnir from pagan myths, crashing into a damaged three-decked galley; this massive ship, capable of carrying hundreds, seems to have had its dragon bone struck, breaking its ribs piece by piece.
The entire ship lets out a strained groan, and then suddenly both ends lift, showing signs of sinking.
The cannon fire resonates continuously.
From time to time, large ships are struck, wood splinters flying.
If the Siegfried High Tower were built not beside the city walls but at the location of the port's lighthouse, with its terrifying firepower, at least half of the fleet would be doomed to the sea before reaching the shore.
