Filadeli sprinted up the city wall in a few strides, looking out from the parapet. The fingernails deeply embedded in the stone and the bulging veins on the back of her hands betrayed her inner turmoil.
Even from this distance, she could feel the faint tremors running through the ground; the incoming enemy force was by no means small.
A dark grey tide seemed to rise on the horizon, rolling toward Volantis like a thundercloud.
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