The battle looked very grim.
Even from this distance, the stench of blood and burnt flesh mixed with the cold night air, drifting into the city.
The ground beneath their boots trembled with each pounding impact from the stampede outside.
The sounds of constant collision between beast and human carried all the way to the front gate of Thira.
The deafening blasts from the city's weapons roared into the battlefield, each strike shaking the walls, but it felt like a futile effort.
No matter how many fell, the monsters charging toward the city seemed endless, a tide with no end in sight.
The howls of the creatures rose above the chaos, a chorus of rage and hunger, blending with the desperate shouts of soldiers struggling to keep the lines from collapsing.
Tarkan scanned the battlefield with a calm expression, his new twin swords already drawn.
The sight in front of him wasn't the least bit intimidating to him.
