"This city is close to falling!" Wilfried's voice thundered. The soldiers cheered as the cannons bombarded the city's walls with terrifying explosions, and thousands of men relentlessly reloaded dozens of cannons at lightning speed.
The cannonballs, however, were nothing more than ordinary stones. Their purpose was not to destroy the fortress walls but to force the last remaining military force inside to surrender.
Standing beside Lord Wilfried was General Edmund, and next to him was Urien. Alongside Urien were dozens of priests.
While the priests tended to the wounded soldiers, Urien calmly observed the city. It was clear that the city was on the verge of collapse and surrender. Their armies had been undeniably destroyed, their dominance in the rural areas lost, and their barracks disbanded.
In such a state, they could neither procure supplies nor food. Furthermore, the constant bombardment by catapults perpetually struck the city.