The Wall Shall Not Fall
"Third Formation!"
"Storm Blade Formation!"
The swordsmen positioned themselves just behind the shield wall, ready to replace anyone who fell.
Every movement flowed naturally.
Years of training had become instinct.
An elderly instructor smiled despite the battle.
"They still remember every drill."
Max answered quietly.
"They're knights."
"They were never taught for ceremonies."
"They were taught for today."
Below the wall...
The Ogre King let out a thunderous roar.
"ROOOAAARRR!!"
It pulled the fortified scaling ladder with unbelievable strength.
The enchanted wood glowed faintly as defensive runes shimmered across its surface.
Several mages launched fireballs toward it.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The explosions covered the ladder in smoke.
When the smoke cleared...
The ladder remained intact.
One young knight swallowed hard.
"It's still coming..."
Max lifted his sword.
"Hold your ground."
"No one moves."
"No one breaks formation."
