The fortress trembled as the monstrous horde surged forward, a writhing tide of chitin, scales, and fangs. The sheer number of creatures was enough to make even the hardiest of warriors falter.
The dwarves standing atop the Iron Shield Wall, Gorath's first line of defense, gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles white as they took in the nightmarish sight before them.
"Man the walls! Load the cannons an' fire at will!" bellowed a grizzled dwarf with a voice like grinding stone.
The fortress walls shook as massive cannons fired in unison, the thunderous blasts sending explosive shells into the advancing swarm. Bodies were torn asunder, but the enemy was relentless, crawling over their fallen kin as they pushed forward with mindless determination.
A burly dwarf, his beard thick and matted with soot, tightened his grip on his twin axes. "By the flames o' the forge, where in the bloody depths did these beasts crawl from?!"
