It took me months to build it. Many months of planning, all wasted. This was supposed to be my magnum opus. It would have been my legacy. I dedicated so much of my prescious time and efforts into it. It took those cruel people only a matter of hours to bring it down.
What’s done is done. Now it’s time I rebuild it. That is the best part about them, they can be built again.
The moon is still dark, it’s going to be a tough battle. It might just be our last stand.
My men are not in their best state. I don’t blame them, we have been fighting battles for the last week, without respite, losing them all. We have seen our brothers decimated right before our eyes by the horrors that approach us now. The castle behind us is our last stronghold, and this bridge is our last line of defence. I see my men taking cover behind sandbags.
The foul beasts have advanced far enough. Fight Men, to our last breath…