The circular, rune-glowing Magic Array resisted the relentless bombardment of Alchemy Cannonballs and destructive Magic from the Alliance Army outside the city. Each hit splattered numerous tiny energy ripples.
Inside the city, the streets were crowded with civilians, some fearful and uneasy, others with resolute expressions. A mix of complex emotions intertwined.
The clamor of war remained deafening.
The situation seemed to be in a temporary stalemate. The Lotheren defenders were astonishingly resilient, but everyone with a keen eye knew this was just a temporary moment of vitality before the end.
The Alliance Army had an absolute advantage in both numbers and overall quality.
More fresh troops surged onto the battlefield like a tightening steel noose, slowly and steadily compressing the already narrow living space of the defenders.
