Chapter 12 - 11
The next day, battle resumed. Lumberling again used the frontliners as cover, inching closer to the wall while loosing arrows. Bodies dropped from above, arrows rained from the sky, and the climb began.
"Do I really have to go up there?"
The wall loomed thirty meters high. Arrows, boiling oil, falling bodies—all greeted the climbers. Even reaching the top meant facing tight enemy formations ready to skewer anyone who arrived. Without Knight-level power or coordination, it was suicide.
Just as he was about to pull back and wait out the carnage, a dreadful sensation struck him. A cold, heavy aura pressed down on his back. His heart raced, and his breath shortened.
’Am I being watched?’
He didn’t dare turn around. Instead, he blended into the crowd and began climbing. And the suffocating pressure faded.
"Coward... Did you think you could run away?"
The voice belonged to a Battalion Commander. From the wall, he’d noticed a peculiar soldier loitering about, sometimes firing arrows but never committing. Irritated, he released his aura in warning.
Lumberling sighed as the pressure vanished.
"What the hell was that?! A Knight? Shit, I should level up my Concealment skill next."
War was chaos, and caution alone wouldn’t keep him alive. Gritting his teeth, he raised his shield and climbed.