CHAPTER 215: LOSING WILL TO FIGHT

The war commander rose to his feet, eyes darting anxiously between Bishop Kelly and Prince Jason, determined to protect them at all costs. Yet even as he stood tall, a cold wave of dread washed over him. One attack—one hundred arrows unleashed in a single breath—and one hundred of his finest soldiers lay dead. Just like that. His heart tightened with a shiver of helplessness.

"Reload! He got lucky last time, but luck won't save him again! Avenge your fallen brothers!" the war commander roared, desperation thick in his voice as he sought to rekindle the faltering spirit of his knights.

Along the castle walls, archers nocked new arrows, their fingers trembling with a mixture of grief and rage. Mages prepared their incantations, hands glowing with power fueled by the death of their comrades. The air pulsed with deadly intent; this time, there would be no mercy.

"Ready! Fire!" The war commander's command cut through the tension like a blade.