Bab 83: Parthus

Exile came to a stop at the top of a sand dune and glanced at the chaos in front of him. There was a city with marvellous golden painted sandstone walls sprawling across both sides of the river. However, the noise coming from that area painted a much uglier scene than the grandeur of the walls and the city's location. 

Men, women and children were shouting and screaming amongst the sounds of steel clashing on steel and the thrumming of bowstrings. Exile took a deep breath as he analysed the scene. It looked like the Skardian army had not given up on the city yet, as they continued to pound on the gates with a battering ram. 

'This is a disaster. They're totally outnumbered...' The sand outside of the walls was dyed red with Skardian blood. But Exile's eyes focused on the people with golden halos surrounding their bodies. There were three amongst the Skardian army, but a quick count revealed nine on the city walls alone.