The entire wall shook.
Again.
BOOM!
Again.
BOOM!
Stone fractured.
Timbers splintered.
Engineers desperately reinforced the supports.
Too late.
The gate exploded inward.
A storm of debris blasted through the entrance.
The northern wall...
Had fallen.
"FORMATION!"
Taai roared.
The defenders didn't panic.
They had prepared for this.
Rows of shields locked together.
Spearmen crouched behind them.
Riflemen fired over their shoulders.
The first wave crashed against the defenders.
Steel met claw.
Hammer met fang.
Blood sprayed across the streets.
The northern district—
Had become another battlefield.
A soldier fired his single-shot rifle.
The bullet tore through a demon's skull.
Before the body hit the ground—
He drew a sword.
A blacksmith smashed a monster's jaw apart with a forge hammer.
A hunter buried three arrows into a flying beast before switching to twin daggers.
Every citizen fought.
Every street echoed with battle.
Taai led from the very front.
His fists shattered skulls.
Every punch launched monsters through buildings.
Every kick broke bones.
Despite his wounds—
He never stopped moving.
Then...
The ground trembled again.
Heavier.
Slower.
Each step sounded like thunder.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The frontline gradually fell silent.
Even the demons moved aside.