Six dark, cold rock bridges rose from under Char's short staff, crashing into the inner city wall with a thunderous noise. After a quake that shook the ground, Gruding's knights staggered up from behind the parapet, trembling with fear as they found there was now an open path between them and their foes—no more obstacles stood in their way.
For a moment, the battlefield was eerily silent, as if silent angels had flown over everyone's heads, muting their voices.
However, the young Wizard withdrew his staff, stood back, and then looked up at the knights on the city wall with grim faces, and gave them a slight smile.
At that moment, the dull sound of horse hooves echoed from behind him—
