The timer showed fifteen minutes had elapsed when James checked it, and the progress counter read 273 out of 500 enemies killed.
The battle had settled into a brutal grind that wore them down with every passing second, and the constant fighting was taking its toll on everyone.
The NPC soldier count had dropped from two hundred to maybe ninety men still standing, while bodies piled everywhere at the gates until the ground was slick with blood that made footing treacherous.
The village walls were cracked and damaged from repeated impacts, and Captain Aldric was still alive but barely, his armor shattered across his chest and one arm hanging useless at his side while he continued shouting orders to his men in a voice that had gone completely hoarse.
The kill rate was slowing down as exhaustion took its toll on the entire team.
