One of the Inevir mages inside the Sky Citadel yawned. Today was another day for battle. It had been several weeks now since their so-called decisive battle started, and there was no end in sight.
It was a good thing that the Rocton Empire suddenly became active in continuously sending them supplies and even reinforcements, but Norvaegard, who was on the defensive, was stronger than expected.
Those things they called heavy artillery made it very hard to get close to the fortress.
He remembered watching the Bulwark Golems cover their retreat after the first battle. Soldiers had carried the wounded past them while the golems stood facing Norvaegard's army.
Those things hit them like they were full-powered fifth-circle spells. It was a good thing he was inside the Sky Citadel. The heavy artillery shells could not reach them.
He got back to his post, looking into the distance; the sun was once again rising, and so was the Sky Citadel.
