Thessalia’s head was throbbing, fueled by a rush of adrenaline, igniting a surge of energy within her. She surveyed her surroundings, weaving her thoughts together like a tightly linked chain. "Archers, attack the front lines of the horde!" she commanded. "Direct their advance into a linear formation. Slowly break up their lines, focusing on both sides! As soon as the gate
opens, they'll be too busy to attack the walls. They will stand around, unable
to move, like lazy laundresses. Aim straight, and shoot for the eyes!"
A thunderous roar erupted from the werewolves positioned atop the wall. The sound carried a mixture of fierce defiance and unyielding resolve, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield. It echoed across the chaos, a rallying cry that fueled the spirits of the defen
