Death.
A concept so utterly distant yet familiar.
Today, that concept appeared on the ruins of Turk.
Yes, Against all odds, the walls of turk have been breached, with the army of Ruth flooding in.
This does mean that Caldan defenders have lost, they have merely retreated inside the city, creating a secondary wall using the fallen rubble.
This seige has been going on for thirteen hours. By now, the message of this seige would have reached the throne of emperor Norvick Azu.
Indeed, the wraith of Caldan now marches from the capital. Once it reaches the City fo Turk, even if it can't come as reinforcements, then it will come as revenge.
At this moment, on one of the inner walls, a lone soldier stood. He bore a stone inscribed with the symbol of a molten lion. It was not hard of guess that he was a clan member of the Frandel Clan.
And indeed, he was the current heir to the position of lord of city and lord of clan. Yet now, he was just a tired man.
Around him lay dozens of bodies, too broken for him to discern whether they belonged to his friends or his foes.
He has been continuously fighting for thirteen hours, with no opportunity of rest. Even someone like him now felt tired.
"Hey! Dog of Caldan!" A noise made to his hears throughout the constant screams and explosions. He desperately tried and finally managed to lif his eyelids, gazing at the front.
Although he was said to be standing on a wall, it has long been reduced to rubble. In his blurry vision, it seemed like there were a few squads of enemies appearing from the corners. He tried to count their numbers, but stopped when he realised that he was too tired to count.
"Dog of Caldan, state your name!" It seemed that the leading shadow, who he guessed was the leader, wanted him to say his name for some honor or something like that.
"I am Rio Frandel, the hier to the great city of Turk." He said, no longer hearing his own voice, because his ears has started ringing again.
The leader of Ruth squads seemed tonhave said something, but Rio didn't really lay attention, it was probably about killing and taking his head anyway.
Perhaps agry because he didn't get a response, the leader ordered his men to attack.
Rio watched with blurred vision as shadows started charging him. He side stepped the attack of the first one, his sword swinging backwards and cutting off the head.
The second raised his sword high above his head, going for a heavy strike. Rio positioned his sword and lunged into him, stabbing his heart, while putting his body's weight on it.
After struggling to get up and take his sword, a wave of pain assaulted him as he noticed a soldier's spear stabbing into his shoulder.
Before he could think of a counter, more spears appeared and pinned him onto the ground.
'I am dying.' he realised with a heavy heart, yet strangely he didn't feel grief or fear at his impending death.
He was... tired. Tired to this continuous killing. Tired of watching his comrades die. Tired of.... living.
Just as he accepted his death with relief, he heard a commotion behind him. 'I guess a battle got settled, these must be the free soldiers here to reinforce my position.'
It seemed that he would not die today. Unfortunately, just as that thought came to his mind, the leader's blade cut off his head.
After all, he was not stupid enough to wait for reinforcements to arrive and let go of a chance to easily kill the prince of Turk.
This was but a microcosm of the war that had enveloped the city of Turk.
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Author's note
I feel tired, My head is spinning and I can't really focus, I am sick. Just vomited in the morning. So a short chapter today, sry.