Control
ARROWS- move Z - ATTACK X - SHIELD
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The air reeks of smoke and iron. Your bloodstained armor groans with every breath, the city’s final heartbeat thrumming beneath cracked boots. They came at dawn—hordes clawing at the walls, fire raining from siege engines. Now the gates lie shattered. Your brothers and sisters are gone, their voices silenced beneath ash and rubble. Only you remain, spear clutched in a trembling grip, shield scarred by a hundred blades. The enemy circles, howling like wolves scenting blood. Let them come. Let them taste Spartan steel one last time. Behind you, the echoes of children’s whispers cling to crumbling temples. Before you, the abyss. You plant your feet. The phalanx may have fallen, but your city’s soul burns in your veins. Raise your shield. Meet the storm. For Sparta—**hold the line**.
