It's over!
A chill went through Catherine's heart.
'If this goes on,' she thought, 'my hundred-man company—the very foundation of my career—is going to be wiped out here.'
Even if they managed to destroy all the enemy Skeletons, so what?
Their opponent was a Necromancer. With a wave of his Magic Staff, the bodies of her fallen Soldiers would soon become his soldiers!
Worse still, out of the corner of her eye, she saw dozens of people gathering on the streets outside the garrison.
They were the Lakefront Town militia and able-bodied men, hastily organized by Aus and Old John.
Their weapons were crude and their faces were filled with fear, but their eyes held a do-or-die desperation.
Under normal circumstances, her elites could have routed these militiamen with a single charge. But now... they were likely to become the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Despair and indignation consumed Catherine's heart.
