After a while, the Turka forces assembled.
The cannons were positioned at the front, barrels loaded and elevated, with the musketeer units standing ready behind them, their new firearms loaded with gleaming magic-piercing rounds.
The 2000 magic archers formed a dense, staggered formation three rows deep, arrows nocked, bowstrings taut with enchanted energy.
In front of them, a wall of 4000 soldiers in full plate armor stood with magic-reinforced swords and tower shields, forming a solid, shimmering defensive line.
At the very back, the heavy cavalry waited mounted on enchanted warhorses, lances raised, ready to charge once the bombardment softened the enemy lines. Their armor polished to a menacing sheen.
The assistant smirked, standing atop the highest remaining section of the crumbled wall, giving him a clear view over his assembled army and the distant Armand position.
