One after another dead bodies fell down the wall, bodies of friends as well as enemies piled up in front of the wall, slowly forming a mountain of corpses outside the city. The city was filled with cries of grief and roars of anger. The women and children who lost their loved ones in this battle picked up arms determined to avenge their deaths. Their pained voices echoed through the city. Dickon underestimated the enemy and never anticipated that despite heavy losses the enemy will keep attacking throughout the night causing him huge losses. He was lost in thought and contemplating how to handle the battle tonight, a lone soldier ran through the chaotic city and reported something to him. He immediately called some of his followers and climbed on a platform.

"Stop your whining," He shouted, and 10 of his followers repeated the same after him, grabbing everyone's attention to hear his words.

"The ones who have died are brave warriors, do not tarnish their sacrifice by moaning. The war is far from over, and the ones responsible for their death are still out there, celebrating and cheering."

"So steal your hearts and fight, show your resolve to the deceased, and burn the enemy with your wrath." "You are the brave ..............."

Dickon continued rallying the masses and igniting the flames within them. The city of Bali united against a common enemy and moved like a single body. Every citizen irrespective of their age moved and contributed to the cause. Under the cover of the bright reflective light the city gates opened and 100s of people silently moved out of the city, risking their own lives and making preparation. Preparation to give a grand welcome to the enemy.

While the city was on the move, the army of Albania was making its preparations to conquer the city of Bali tonight and end the war. The day passed quickly with both sides making preparation for a one-final clash.

As soon as the sun went down the battle horns were blown, and the Albanian army simultaneously launched a fierce attack. The defenders of Bali showered hundreds of arrows slowing down the momentum of the enemy. The twilight sun basked the sky with its golden hue, and also the ground. The Albanian soldiers hesitated for a moment looking at the pile of hundreds of bloody dead bodies and their pool of blood that dyed the ground golden red, reflecting the golden lights of the sun. To suppress their hesitation everyone looked up at the walls and concentrate on the enemy and decided to ignore the dead on the ground. This in turn resulted in them missing the strange golden dust covering the dead bodies.

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The Albanians soon reached the walls and started climbing. Although the defense was somewhat lacking, the attack of the Albanian army was too fierce tonight. Resulting in more and more soldiers gathering near the walls and some even managing to reach the top after just half an hour from the start of the war. The commander of the city Dickon soon joined the battlefield and fought bravely with just his left arm. Every swing of his sword claimed one life of the enemy. The previously scattered heavenly squad was also now assembled into a single unit and dominated the battlefield. This created a stalemate for half an hour more, but that was the limit. As more and more enemies flood onto the wall the civilian militias were unable to hold out and the battle line was pushed back more and more.

1000s of enemies have gathered below the wall and hundreds were already on top of it. Baring some places where the heavenly squad and the sword saint were fighting, holes started to form all across the defensive line. Dickon looked at the situation and gave the signal. "Poonn," a sharp horn blew on the wall alerting the defenders as well as the enemies. 100s of flaming arrows were shot from the bottom of the wall inside the city, flew over the wall, and fell on the attackers. The Albanian army easily avoided the bright arrows of light in the crisp darkness of night suffering close to no damage. The arrows all fell to the ground on the dead bodies, on the pull of blood and some on the golden powder scattered over it.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Explosions took place simultaneously in multiple locations under the wall and instantly blue flames spread everywhere. Engulfing the Albanian army under its burning blaze. "Argh..." Screams filled the battlefield as the soldiers tried to run away from the horrible flames, the soldiers under the wall and the ones still climbing the wall were burned on the spot. The few Albanians over the walls were shocked at the situation and were pushed down into the flames by the collective efforts of the defenders. The flames grew bigger and bigger soon engulfing the battlefield. Bright Blue flames spread all over, burning everything in its path to ashes. The initial blue color was soon replaced with the red color of blood. Both groups of people looked at the huge flames with amazement. While the citizens of Bali(Roge) looked at the flames as their eyes teared up with emotions, the people of Albania looked at the same flame as a sense of terror settled in their hearts. The bright red flames flicked and swing in front of the walls of Bali throughout the night as if the god of fire was doing a dance of death, bringing retribution to the invaders.