Morning light filters through the damaged armory. Kingdom defenders inventory ammunition and brace the broken grate while water drips from the eastern route.
Morgan crouches beside the waterlogged passage, probing collapsed stone with a hooked length of pipe. His expression tightens as the current pulls toward the buried culvert.
Morgan Jones
The route is blocked, not gone. If they built another opening, the water will find it before we do.
Jesus enters from the eastern corridor, damp cloak folded over one arm. He glances toward the exhausted sentries slumped beside the wall, then lowers his voice.
Jesus
Several eastern sentries are running on fumes. We can rotate them, but the replacements need a clear firing plan and somewhere solid to stand.
The defenders look toward Seth, weapons ready but faces strained. Beyond the broken grate, a faint scrape travels through the damp masonry and stops.
Morgan Jones
Give them sectors, not panic. Hold the wall, watch the water, and make every person know where to fall back.