Ranio’s POV
The battle raged just beyond our walls, but we stood firm. We fought exactly as Lyra had advised—within our defenses. The enemy launched volley after volley of wolfsbane, hoping to weaken us. But it didn’t work.
I watched as my soldiers, clad in the garments soaked in the mixture Lyra had prepared, fought fiercely without faltering. The wolfsbane did not affect them. Lyra’s plan had worked. Whatever she had done—whatever magic she had put into that water—was holding strong.
With the poison rendered useless, the enemy was losing ground fast. They hadn’t expected us to hold out like this. I could see the panic starting to spread among their ranks. Their formation broke, and one by one, they began to retreat.
“Push forward!” I roared, leading the charge from atop the wall. “
