Britain's days had always been twilight-colored, quite beautiful to behold, enough to draw sighs of wonder.
But today, the sunset clouds filling Britain's skies looked like blood, carrying an unimaginable sense of oppression and heaviness, along with a faint fear of an impending storm.
At Camelot's main gate, Bagster stood fully armed with her army, clearly prepared to meet the enemy head-on.
Though this was a siege, the most suitable strategy should have been to remain atop the walls and harass the attacking allied forces from afar. Yet there was scarcely a single fairy on Camelot's walls. Every fairy had gathered at the main gate, forming ranks designed solely to defend it.
In an ordinary war, such a tactic would have been utterly foolish.
But the war taking place here could never be a war between ordinary people.
At this moment, Camelot's walls were covered in spikes, like a steel hedgehog. Unless the enemy could fly, they would never be able to pass through them.
Camelot's walls were specially made as well. Not only were they covered in magical formulas, but they were packed with wood far tougher than any ordinary plant could provide. The moment an enemy touched the walls, they would be attacked by magecraft. The walls could also flexibly withstand all kinds of attacks, and even if damaged, they would regenerate immediately.
Therefore, to invade Camelot, one either had to fly directly over it or pass through one of the three gates: the main gate, east gate, or west gate.
Thanks to this, the Queen's Army did not need to worry about the walls being breached. They only needed to deploy vast forces before the gates and prevent the enemy from breaking through.
Having to defend only three gates would undoubtedly prevent their forces from being spread