The enemies multiplied endlessly and struck the city walls.0

“Ahhh…”0

“Caska, there’s no time to sigh.”7

“I know. I know.”0

Caska pulled on her bowstring.1

Their job was to relentlessly pull on their bowstrings until the city walls came down, so she nocked another arrow and prayed that her arrow would pierce just one more orc. Then, as she lowered the tip of her arrow to aim, she prayed that the city walls would hold on just a bit longer.0

The city walls trembled. The enemies were close now.0

The dark elf magician’s fire struck the center of the enemies, but the orc sorcerer’s magic neutralized it. The ball of fire turned into dozens of flames and dissipated into the air.0

‘Where’s the enemy’s sorcerer?’ Caska wondered.0

She scanned the battlefield to gauge the situation and spotted the orc sorcerer among orcs clad in shabby armor who were looking up at the city wall. The sorcerer stood out because he was the only one wearing a robe.0

“I’m aiming for the sorcerer,” said Caska.0

“I will join you,” said her commander.0

Caska and her commander aimed their arrows at the same time. The sorcerer’s eyes seemed to be looking at them as he slowly scanned the city walls. His yellow eyes gave off the feeling of something putrid.0

Despite the great distance between them, the sorcerer made eye contact with Caska. His expression seemed to be smugly saying that he knew everything about her.0

Caska suddenly had the urge to vomit....0