Knight Brown trembled all over, unable even to maintain his standing posture; he could only lean against the wall, keeping rigid.
Through the fortress windows, he saw the wall composed of insect swarms—cannon fire hitting it like small pebbles tossed into a lake, merely causing ripples but unable to shake its existence.
Efforts as futile as mayflies trying to shake a tree made Brown lose hope for the future, he even began to consider suiciding with his own sword to reduce the pain if the insect tide reached the fortress and it could no longer be defended. But Brown was also hesitant; death was still too painful, he didn't dare to end himself.
The knights around him were also trembling, clenching their teeth, for fear that losing courage would lead them to wet themselves on the spot and collapse to the ground.
"I can't defeat them, we're all going to die..."
Brown muttered under his breath, his teeth chattering, his speech unclear.
Just then, he saw a light.