The vice-captain didn't waste the opening.
"Archers, suppressive fire! Channelers, reinforce the barrier! Combat resonators—with me!"
The gates burst open as a wave of reinforcements surged forward—elite guards and veteran resonators, their weapons gleaming under the pale morning light. Most held the walls, raining arrows and spells down on the horde, while the strongest leaped into the fray, carving through monsters with disciplined efficiency.
The tide was turning.
What had once been a desperate defense now became a brutal counterattack. Over a thousand monsters still thrashed against them, but the coordinated assault of 200 hardened fighters—led by the whirlwind of death in black—pushed them back.
And then—
A ripple in the air.
