Antalus Valeland

Meanwhile, as the group of knights continued to hide, the battle on the walls was well underway. Ingvar and his commanders, or any Squire-level knight, had yet to join the fray, but the knights of the lower ranks were already engaged in a brutal battle.

'Surely he isn't that big of a fool that only 55 knights would be able to penetrate the wall's defenses,' he mumbled as his gaze locked onto the knights' battle between the gap in the wall. Corpses were busy building up, colors of all ranges mixed in between one another.

"Lord Ingvar! Enemies approaching the western wall!" a shout attracted Ingvar's attention, and he turned abruptly towards the mountain slopes.

A large group of knights came rushing towards the walls, led by a few Squire-ranked knights.

"Squires, to the western wall!" Ingvar shouted loudly, his powerful voice echoing across the field.