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The sun dipped low over the hilltop fortress the Romanus legion had created, casting long shadows across the battlefield below that really only served to create a no-mans land between the attacking and defending sides.

General-King Julius stood on the summit, his armor dulled by weeks of dust, blood and the need to preserve what water they had.

The siege had turned their once-proud rudimentary fortress defences into a ragged shell, its defensive wooden was chipped and its entryways reinforced with hastily nailed planks across a dug out trench forming a drawbridge of sorts.

And yet, the Romanus banner still fluttered defiantly in the wind visible to all for miles around.

Beyond the romanus defences, the Greecian levy army sprawled in a state of disarray within their expansive siege camp.