"If we can't put this out, we're all dead!" an enemy commander bellowed, but the inferno only grew, consuming more of their forces.
"They're climbing again!"
On the walls, defenders scrambled to prepare more oil and fire. Another cauldron was poured over the advancing siege tower, and a fresh wave of fire erupted, engulfing the tower and its attackers.
Screams, curses, and the stench of burning flesh filled the battlefield. It was a vision of hell itself—a relentless clash between those scaling the walls and those defending them.
Far from the chaos of the battlefield, Duke Iasus of the Pamir Empire convened with the emperor's generals inside his command tent. The tumult of war was a distant echo beyond the thick canvas walls.
