The battlement was getting hotter with each passing second. The roar of the torrents as well as the shots from the mortar were doing little to salvage the situation.
Luke adjusted his robe feeling slightly annoyed, he hated the heat, it always made his skin crawl, and yet, there was nothing he could do in this situation.
Ark had been shooting away at beasts as though he was playing an FPS game, and Luke would always spare him a glance each time he would forget himself and scream in excitement.
Deep in his heart, he wished he had one of those, but it was too late for that, everyone was too busy trying to stay alive to bother with helping him find a gun.
Beside him, Elise stared at the battle, completely absorbed by it. The flare of the roaring torrents was reflecting in her eyes, making it look as though fires were biting in their very depths.
