They kept on with the barrage, the rain of arrows never ceasing for more than a breath. The air above the field was thick with the sharp whistle of projectiles and the howling roars of the oncoming horde. Though their relentless efforts had managed to slow the beasts down considerably, there was no denying what was becoming painfully clear to every soldier on the wall...the swarm was endless. For every creature brought down by an arrow, two more took its place, charging across the open fields like a flood of claws and muscle. They fell, bled, and died, but never stopped moving. They pushed on like waves against stone.
Lucas stood near the edge of the wall, eyes narrowed and breathing calm despite the chaos. He fired another arrow, its energy infused with that same pulse of kinetic force, watching as it exploded upon contact and blasted apart a cluster of beasts. And still they came.
