The knights and mages were anxious because the demons hadn't made a move yet even after being bombarded with magic weapons. They looked at Arandil and Castor, waiting for their command to destroy the enemy, but those two had been quiet for too long.
"They're waiting for us to run out of Mana. We will not attack them until they make a move," Castor shouted as he looked at the mages on top of the walls. "We will wait, and we will wait," he repeated.
All the knights and mages nodded with understanding, and then focused on the enemy that had been standing still like statues. Although it should have been better for them to wait, deep down it only made their anxiety worse. Their fingertips were tingling with the cold as thunder rumbled above them.
When the rain began to fall, drizzling and wetting the capital city, the soldiers felt tired all of a sudden. Arandil noticed that the raindrops might have been enchanted by a demonic power that caused everyone and himself to feel tired.
