Regis scanned the faces behind him, there was no one left to spare.
Including Dana, he had only three priests remaining under his command. Though there were still many Transcendent-ranked powerhouses, their strength lay in single-target combat. Against hordes, their effectiveness was limited. Wide-area devastation wasn't in their arsenal.
And with a city wall stretching dozens of miles, even if he threw every last veteran at the northern front, it still wouldn't be enough.
"Let that girl go north! Old Regis, how about you and I hold the line and deal with these smaller pests?"
The voice cut through the tension like a blade. Calm. Casual. Yet unmistakably provocative.
Everyone turned to look. Who would dare speak so brazenly here?
Only one Regis stood on this wall. And being called Old Regis to his face—well, that narrowed things down.
