The battle around the walls of Troy continued for a long time after.
With the Greeks lacking proper siege engines, Hector’s determined leadership, the withdrawal of Greek heroes due to Hades’ intervention, and the divine walls of Troy—all these factors made the battlefield a chaotic, unpredictable struggle.

"Hold them off! Mycenaean soldiers are climbing the western wall! Shoot arrows and push the ladders away!"
"Send Hector, brother of Paris, to the Underworld as well!"
"Aeneas! How long are you going to cower inside the walls? Come out and fight!"
"Where are Generals Polydeuces and Nestor?!"
"Throw rocks down from the walls! Drive out those who dare attack Troy!"

The relentless siege continued, with neither side willing to retreat.
Generals with divine blood fell one after another, and the walls of Troy were soaked red with blood.

Finally, as darkness blanketed the world and the moon goddess Selene ascended into the night sky, the Greek coalition withdrew.
The battle had inflicted devastating losses on both sides.

"Hector, sir! Queen Penthesilea has been gravely injured and has been carried inside the walls! It’s believed she was struck by the sword of the hero Nestor."
"Prince Democoon was impaled through the chest by a spear and has fallen. It seems Achilles was responsible."
"The soldiers’ morale is low. Even with the Spartans gone, we’ve already lost two princes to Pluto’s domain…"
"There are rumors spreading that Pluto himself descended into the body of a soldier to drive away the Greek heroes."

The situation for Troy was dire.
Prince Paris and Prince Democoon were dead, the Amazon queen Penthesilea was gravely injured,
and the terrifying might of the Greek heroes was on full display.