The sun once again started to cast long shadows on the city walls as it slowly descended on the west, marking once again the end of fighting . The barbarians once again retreated to their camp, and the soldiers and militia of Toro once again lived to see another sunrise.

"Those dammed barbarians, I'll definitely have their hearts at the end of my speartip!" angrily gritted his teeth a twenty-ish man as he cast his glance at the retreating backs of their enemies.

"Calm down boy, it's better to reign your anger now and use it when the come again tomorrow. " said another man as he wearily rested against one of the towers of the city wall. His face was a mix of sorrow and pain as he held his side with one hand. His face was caked with sweat and dust, but his eyes were clear.

"How can I calm myself when those whoresons are looking to kill and take all we have. I'll die before it happens. " angrily protested the young man as he gritted his teeth. " They have killed many of our people....

"And they will kill many more before this is over....now calm down!"

"Why you....

The young man clearly offended grabbed his spear and the thought of killing the man crossed his head, but the cold glances all around him made him just leave it at that . The older man just shook his head and enjoyed the last strings of sunlight as he knew night was waiting. 'Its going to be very cold tonight. Better get some rest for now...' the man slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. It was a peaceful moment, a peaceful end, something very few people on this place would experience. On this twilight he breathed his last, no regrets on his soul.

.............

Inside the castle a bloody pentagram was slightly casting crimson light on the walls. It was like a scene straight from a horror movie, and the thing standing inside the pentagram was certainly selling the vibe. A shadowy human figure without any features was standing there in complete silence, until something strange happened that is. As if commig into existence, a sphere of white light appeared on the room and slowly started to move. It's movement was firstly erratic, but after some time it came closer and closer towards the perimeter of the pentagram , until it made contact.

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"...ho...

As it did so, it effortlessly passed through and then stopped in front of Jason. Jason curiously watched as the white ball of light hovered above his palm, and a sense of yearning enveloped him. I suddenly mase his gasp as the unknown feeling washed over him and as the ball of light slowly unraveled like a ball of yarn and drilled into his body.

'......that was strange.' thought Jason as he looked around the room for some time and then examined his body. He looked at his hand as if to look if it had mutated somehow, but it looked the same. ' This is quite strange, my physical appearance is definitely the same, but I clearly feel more comfortable...more accomplished? Maybe that's not the right word?Whatever that thing was, it definitely is not normal, but what is normal anymore anyway.

Haaaaaa.....'

..............

More time passed and the sun started to peek itself golden ring over the horizon, and this marked the beginning on another day. The barbarians slowly approached the perimeter, just outside the bow range of the city wall archers and begun to chant their battle cries. The soldiers and militia on the walls also begun to get ready for another day of siege, gripping their spears and shields with weary hands, but steel resolve.

*Buiiiiiiiiiiii*

A horn was heard and the barbarians went on the offensive. Rocks started bombarding the city wall, shaking it , making the defenders gritted their teeth, but even after one hour the city wall stood tall and mostly undamaged. This was the climax as after another horn the real battle begun.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa.....

"Ready the bows!

Ladders begun to litter the walls as the barbarians struggled to get up the wall. Rocks, bricks and other things fell on their shields. Many fell, many were crushed, and more were speared to death as the reached the top. It seemed like it would pass as the other days, but after one hour of battle something started to brew. Hannai who was currently atop a crudely constructed wooden tower squinted his eyes as a cruel smile crept up his lips. He clenched his fist as he raised his hand.

"Sound the signal, raise the flag!"

"Sound the signal, raise the flag!"

"Sound the signal, raise the flag!"

This was clearly heard around the camp and several red flags were raised, and horns were sounded. Immediately after this several burly men from the backlines stepped forward with tens of ladders and stealthily moved towards strategic points on the wall.

"Today you shall fall...." muttered Hanai as the death of his soldier didn't deterr him at all. On his mind was only the fall of that detestable wall.