Outside the royal city, amid wind and rain, the weather remained cold and damp, creating enormous difficulties for the poorly equipped rebel army in establishing camps and maintaining supplies.
The rebels' high morale was also steadily whittled away by one small-scale skirmish after another.
Beneath the towering, treacherous walls of the royal city, mountains of corpses had already piled up in dense heaps.
The demons' arrival restored some morale to the royal city's elite soldiers. They no longer collapsed in a rout, instead relying on their superior equipment to firmly hold the outer walls against the rebels' day-and-night siege.
The witches did not make a move either, continuing to patiently stockpile their forces.
After all, the Blue-Clad Union was merely a company of middling-to-lower scale; it could not settle too many demons here in one go.
As for the rebel army, after three days of attacking without regard for casualties, they withdrew, leaving behind a vast number of corpses. They made camp in River Valley Town, just 8.2 kilometers from the royal city.
Their thwarted assault left their morale low. This coalition of the oppressed, idle vagrants, and lesser nobles with ulterior motives came to realize:
[The royal city truly is a massive fortress that is easy to defend and hard to attack, one that has never been breached in recorded history.]
Coupled with the harsh environment...
"Personally, I think the city could hold even if we hadn't come." Jiang Han, in her worm witch form, walked along the royal city walls and gurgled in Deep Speech with a fishman accent.
Solna the Infernal Witch rested one hand on her executioner's sword and gazed out toward River Valley Town.
With the advantages of her demonic bloodline, she could easily make out the dense spread of tents in that town.