"Archers, set fire to the base of the wall—now!
Spearmen, spread out! Guard every breach point—don't let them climb!
Shield line, hold the center! Stay firm—don't give an inch!
Second squad, cover the western side! I want eyes in every direction!"
Darnic passed the orders with a frightening accuracy. He knew the defenders were panicking, and the only thing that would calm them down would be his presence.
So he moved along the wall, barking orders with the force of a man who had seen too many battles to flinch.
"Water barrels to the north tower! If fire jumps, we lose the whole flank!
You—take that wounded man to the healers! Don't let him bleed out on the steps!
Mages—use gusts! Push the flames forward, drive the Crawlers back!"
With his constant commands, the panicking defenders snapped to action. The chaos was bent into a tense rhythm. In that instant, Darnic's voice cut through the confusion and affected every single defender.
