"What's there to fear? They are just walking corpses! Do you think they can actually climb the walls? Hold the town, dispatch a messenger to connect with reinforcements, and once Baron Absalom's army of five thousand arrives, we will immediately bury these ghostly things back in the ground!" Baron Shatai roared with a fierce yet anxious voice.
No matter how the soldiers on the walls reacted, he grabbed Yevan, earnestly instructing his usually least favored but honest second son: "Yevan, with your elder brother not here, you are now the pillar of our family. Steady the troops on the walls, I will go assemble the townspeople! Don't disgrace me!"
Looking at his father, who was behaving uncharacteristically calm and composed, Yevan felt a slight sense of encouragement in his heart.
"Rest assured, Father, I will not take a single step back!"
