Now that Aurelion was down, the number of the Empire's soldiers trying to break through the fortress increased exponentially.
Numerous dents appeared on the iron gate from the relentless attacks of thousands of soldiers, while the Banes' soldiers stationed on the walls desperately tried to stop them with ballistas and arrows.
Yet the difference in numbers was too great. Cracks appeared around the hinges of the gate, but then bolts of golden lightning spread in all directions across the battlefield from where Taranis stood.
The soldiers swarming him from every side were hurled outward, and a trail of golden lightning surged through the battlefield toward the gate of the fortress.
Taranis, clad in his armor and bearing numerous dents across it, stood before the gate.
For the first time since he returned from Aruma's training, a feeling he had long forgotten surged within him.
He was afraid.
Afraid of what face he would show Nymeria if anything had happened to Aurelion.
