And the closer they got to the castle, the worse it got. The arrows of the defenders flew in an endless stream, striking again and again at the invaders who dared to challenge the world order. The ringing of metal, the screams of the fallen, and the relentless advance of the siege engines painted a picture of deadly warfare that inspired both terror and awe.
Albadurt’s engineers, who had worked feverishly for the past few hours to construct makeshift bridges, attempted to use ladders to create crossings for the assaulting troops, but they were immediately bombarded with arrows and stones alike.
The first few minutes of the siege had turned into a maelstrom of violence, a baptism of fire for both the attackers and defenders. And Hadjar, the man at the center of this storm, was the embodim
