On the north wall, the attack had already begun. Figures clothed in dark hides rushed from the forest, moving in formation. Some remained low to the ground in their beast forms, leaping at the fence, while others in human form threw hooked ropes toward the top of the wall.
Arrows whistled through the air. From the watchtowers, the village archers answered, their own arrows flying down, some tipped with Osiris's fire, some carrying Cyrus's poison.
Kian stood at the center of the wall, his tall frame a steady pillar. The roaring of battle sounded around him, but his mind was very clear. He gave orders in a low voice that carried far.
"Third tower, more arrows to the right. You, take your group and cover the south side, they are trying to split us. Do not chase too far if they retreat. Prioritize the ropes, cut them before they climb."
