In the castle

The first rays of dawn crept over the city as the rebel army gathered before the Arbiter castle. The giant structure loomed over them, its stone walls glowing faintly with mana-powered wards and its gate reinforced with iron and protected by towering constructs. The Arbiters' final bastion of power stood tall.

Kael stood at the head of the rebel forces, his blade resting against his shoulder as he addressed the gathered fighters. 

"This is it," he began. "The castle is their last stronghold. Beyond that gate lies the symbol of everything they've stolen from us—our freedom, our families, our lives. Today, we take it back."

The rebels cheered. They had all seen the massive constructs stationed near the gates, each glowing with the ominous energy of mana crystals. Soldiers lined the battlements, their bows and crossbows poised to rain death on the attackers.