THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 4

As the battle raged on, the defenders of Bauthinia swiftly set their plan into motion.

On the ramparts, soldiers bustled around three massive cauldrons perched above an open flames, the air thick with the acrid scent of boiling oil.

With practiced precision, they worked to ensure the oil reached a searing temperature, its surface shimmering with the intense heat.

Lord Mordian's voice carried across the ramparts, his tone firm and resolute. "Prepare to release the oil on my command!"

Soldiers lined up along the ramparts, ready to execute the order. Their faces were grim, hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread as they awaited the moment when they would unleash the scalding oil upon the Quanian forces.

Down below, the Quanian soldiers continued their determined advance, their synchronized march pushing and pounding the massive battle ram onto the gates.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, each step and effort to ram the gates weakened the locks more and more, thus brin