“He made it…” Edvard forced out these words as he continued to shoot arrow after arrow. No longer was it possible to keep the rooftop clear of orcs. The best he could do was kill them as they gathered their footing.

The continuous pulling of his bow was showing its strain on his untrained body. His shoulder acts, his fingers burned, and his arm trembled. Yet, he pushed on. He had to. He couldn’t die here.

He still needed to find Yawen. He still needed to find a way home.

The screams from below had long since died. The knights had fought valiantly. But valiance was not enough to turn the tide of a battle.

“Are we going to die like this?” Abigail asked, forcing herself to stay calm and take deep, steady breaths. Collecting her focus and doing her best to gather the ether in the surrounding. Thanks to overusing magic and a lack of sleep, her mind was already foggy. Yet, she pushed on.

“That… isn’t… part… of… the plan.” Edvard replied between the twang of his bow. Luckily, he had more tha