The screams of your dying men urge your frantic search. Fingers claw and pry at every crack and crevice in the door. You batter and smash your weapons against the gate in desperation, but the cold iron refuses to yield. More men fall under the deadly waves, and the beasts quickly fill the gaps left behind. With grim resolve, you return to the fight, smashing and slicing with fiery rage. If you are to die here, then so be it.

Suddenly the sounds of grinding metal and rusted hinges scrape behind you. Metal grates against stone as the towering dark gate begins to judder. Risking a look over your shoulder, you watch as the crack of light slicing between the doors widens ever so slightly - and then you see him. Pushing the massive iron gate open is Samil! He meets your shocked gaze with calm eyes as he waves you inside.

You stare ominously at the specter of your former companion, unsure of whether to trust him. The tide of nightmarish creatures is growing like a rolling thunder behind you. Soldiers are already breaking formation and bolting for the safety of the city. You realize it does not matter. There is no choice but to follow.

Ushering men and women into the dead city, you see a few squads have the presence of mind to drag supplies and a few wagons in with them, but you see others preparing to break formation and leave other supplies behind. You know you need to give orders before this becomes a rout. You could risk more soldiers to secure the supplies or abandon most of the supplies to get most of your squads out safely.