Compared to the thousands of soldiers below, the nineteen skeleton archers on the wall didn't look like much.
Not even close.
The first volley had caused some damage, sure, but once the initial shock passed, the human army quickly steadied itself.
Then, someone laughed.
"That's it?" a man shouted from the front. "Only nineteen arrows?!"
A few others joined in, the tension breaking just a little.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"They scared us for nothing!"
Even some of the mercenaries smirked, though not all of them looked convinced.
Rhett didn't laugh.
His eyes stayed on the walls.
"…Don't get careless," he muttered.
But his voice was drowned out by the rising confidence of the soldiers.
One of the Body Tempering practitioners stepped forward, his voice firm.
"Enough hesitation!"
He raised his weapon and pointed toward the town.
"Advance!"
The order spread quickly.
"Move forward!"
"Keep formation!"
The army surged ahead, more cautious now, but no longer frozen.
