*clang…! *clang…! *Bang…! *Boom…!
The clash of steel on steel echoed faintly in the distance, sharp metallic clangs overlapping with the deep, thunderous booms of far-off artillery.
Each sound seemed to reverberate through the smoky night air, mixing with the low tremor beneath Jinn's feet as if the earth itself was feeling the strain of the siege.
The acrid tang of smoke clung stubbornly to the air, mingling with the heavy, metallic scent of fresh blood—both odors lingering like unwanted guests in his senses.
No matter how long he inhaled, the stench refused to fade, searing itself into memory.
Jinn allowed his eyes to close for a brief moment, shutting out the chaos of sight to instead take in the subtler details of his surroundings.
The low rumble of distant siege engines.
The muffled shouts of soldiers issuing orders.
The fluttering hiss of banners in the wind.
Every sound painted a picture in his mind of the battlefield beyond these walls.
