Chapter 8 - The Battle for the Citadel
Before they could celebrate, deep war horns echoed from the mountains outside the city walls.
The sound shook the stone tower. Norwyn’s army had launched their surprise invasion ahead of schedule, realizing their plan had failed.
"The gates!" Adrian shouted, tying up the unconscious forms of Vane and Kael. "They are attacking the lower courtyard!"
Adrian and Elara rushed to the main ramparts of the citadel. Below, thousands of Norwyn soldiers were marching toward the outer gates under cover of darkness, battering the wood with heavy rams. Valeria's guards were panicked, caught unprepared by the sudden betrayal.
"They were told I was dead and that Valeria murdered me!" Elara realized, looking down at the invading forces. "The Chancellor lied to my people to justify this war!"
"We need to stop them before the courtyard falls," Adrian said, drawing his sword.
"I can stop them," Elara said firmly, grabbing his arm. "Stand beside me, Adrian. Let them see us together."
Elara stepped onto the high ledge of the battlements, illuminated by the braziers of fire. Adrian stepped right beside her, holding her hand high for all to see.
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Elara’s voice, amplified by the ancient echo-arches of the citadel, rang out across the battlefield like thunder.
"SOLDIERS OF NORWYN! STOP YOUR STRIKE!"
