The crusader army was finishing its preparations for the frontal assault. Siege mechanisms were being set up at a hastened pace, and the soldiers walked into formation.
In the center of the army, near the front but not at the front themselves, were the commanders, whose ranks were bolstered by the three newcomers.
Atop the walls, the Wesgothian hidden army, which has been strengthened by the arrival of brigades from the main army via portals.
The night arrived in all its splendor, with two of the three moons being full, illuminating the darkness.
A goddess watched over the battlefield with anxious attention. In the meanwhile, another goddess stood at the walls to help the defenders.
A battle in which the fate of the world hinged on the balance was about to begin.
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PoV: Aurea
"Please, don't die today. It will be too much of a hassle to deal with Yaci's mourning if you do."
