Twas no witchcraft froyo, my friend, it was a miracle. Divine intervention:
She looked around and there was nothing but destruction. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and the crumbling walls of the castles from the relentless siege confirmed her despair. The enemy crowded around the base of the keep, shouting insults, goading her into jumping. Her last ally gave into their taunts, and threw himself from the tower. Just as all hope was lost, she looked to the sky and the clouds parted. The sun's rays caressed her skin like a long lost lover. And she heard a muffled shout from below, followed by many more shouts. She looked down and witnessed what many would say didn't happen-couldn't happen, but she knew what she saw. Some may say they were a hidden regiment, waiting for the moment when all seemed lost, while others say they were reinforcements from the neighboring village. however, to her, They were her lamelarr angels. Soon it was clear that the attackers were outnumbered, and for a moment they were the defenders of the smoldering remains of the castle. For a moment, for they were slaughtered mercilessly and God's judgment was finally realized.
RIP the thousands of souls who died defending Nova Slekzh
