A Death

Jexter stood confidently in the front and roared so loud, commencing the siege battle.

"Attack!!!"

"OOHH!"

The Upper Classes ran towards the wall. On the other side, the Lower Classes rained them with energy blasts and onslaught them relentlessly.

However, the Upper Classes were so cunning, they could easily dodge the volley of those energy blasts, easily.

But, that's was Beowulf expected from the beginning, he waited patiently, he hoped that the Upper Class wasn't aware about the trench trap when they kept advancing forwards.

They passed a hundred feet mark, fifty feet mark, they drew closer and fiercer every second. Until finally, they passed the ten feet mark.

Beowulf raised his hands in front of him, he roared so loud in order to control the ground.

"Fall you motherf-!"

The top layer of the ground cracked, revealing the deep trench that was hidden beneath it. Dozens of Upper Classes fell down into the trench.