⁜ Lancelot POV
The walls shook, causing many troops to become unbalanced, almost falling to stray shots, but the main issue was the undead troops had gained momentum and time to slowly push their ramming tools and siege ladders close to the wall as they began to swing up faster than they were knocked down.
"Lusia! Vellan! Get the Succubi to focus on the undead, slow their ascent up the walls!"
Lancelot's voice covered the entire western wall as he flickered with flames; like a burning furnace, countless fireballs began to form around his body.
Each ball around the size of a basketball shot with a loud booming crack followed by a heavy aftershock that vibrated the air, almost deafening the sensitive ears of many troops.
The blast from his fireballs raining down on the wraiths caused them to burn into cinders within seconds, but the moment he killed one, two appeared, and then two became four...