"All soldiers, heed my command! Defend the city to the death!," Duan Shouming commanded, his voice stern as he gripped his battle sword.
All the city's defenders, poised for battle, understood one crucial truth: if Demonfire City fell, the Holy Fire Sect would be finished. Their families, their descendants, would be enslaved by the Qin Dynasty.
"Release the arrows!," a commander shouted, personally drawing his bow. The bowstring, pulled taut like a full moon, launched an arrow that struck with immense force, felling an enemy soldier ten thousand feet away.
Scarlet blood spurted, staining the ground and heralding the overture of death.
Countless arrows formed showers, raining down from the sky and obscuring the heavens.
