"Hurry!" the Guard Captain shouted. "Put out the fire! Now!"
"Which fire do we put out first?!" one of the guards shouted. "There's fire everywhere!"
"Help! The granary is on fire!" one of the patrolmen shouted. "Hurry, or we will have nothing left!"
"Damn it!" The Guard Captain cursed, feeling pressured as he was forced to make a difficult choice.
He needed to prioritize putting out either the fire at the chieftain's house or at the granary. To them, both places were important. Though, when it came to survival, the granary was the obvious choice.
"Men!" the Guard Captain shouted. "To the granary at once!"
Knowing their captain had made the right call, the guards ran toward the granary with everything they had.
They could hear screams everywhere the closer they got to their destination.
Black smoke was rising throughout their city, and visibility was starting to become a problem.
If Troy and the other warriors were here, this thing wouldn't have happened.
