The city walls of the inner city began to descend into chaos.
The sounds of voices echoed through the dark night.
The mobs roared like beasts, their scarlet eyes burning with pure hatred under the flickering torchlight.
They shouted from their mouths:
"Tear them to pieces!"
"For old John! For my parents!"
"Noble dogs must pay with their lives!"
"Come out and apologize!"
The roar crashed against the city walls like waves.
They climbed on the human ladders formed by the bodies of their companions, clawing into cracks and biting onto protrusions, climbing upward with reckless abandon.
Those few long ladders, from who knows where, were packed full of people, crazily climbing upward.
A few young guards trying to stab downward with long spears were instantly grabbed by countless hands from below, pulling them from the battlements.
"Get down!"
"Are you all fucking mad?!"
"Stop shouting! Wait until the nobles come, and they'll kill you all!"
