Chương 355: Loss of one's home

In the sprawling Epirotian camp outside Durazzo, a hive of activity buzzed with the energy of siege preparations. Tents dotted the landscape, forming a makeshift city that housed the diverse assembly of soldiers, craftsmen, and commanders. Battering rams and siege towers were under construction, their skeletal frames rising against the backdrop of the besieged city.

Teams of engineers and laborers toiled under the watchful eyes of seasoned commanders, coordinating efforts to build the formidable instruments of war. The rhythmic clatter of hammers on metal, the creaking of wooden frames, and the occasional shouts of orders merged into a symphony of industry that resonated across the camp.