The Sicilian cavalry, having breached the city walls and routed the remaining defenders, advanced with disciplined precision toward the grand palace. As they approached their destination, the knights dismounted from their steeds, their armor clinking with every movement. The air crackled with tension as they prepared for the final phase of their assault.
With a unified roar, the knights charged through the palace gates, their footsteps echoing through the regal halls. The once-peaceful corridors now reverberated with the sounds of armored boots and the clatter of weapons, marking the intrusion of the conquerors into the heart of Arta.
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