Gunfire roared in unison, interwoven with the flames of the Demon Hunters, like falling stars, fiercely hammering the city gates.
In the midst of rolling thick smoke, the city gates that had stood firm for countless ages could no longer hold. As violent tremors shook them, fissures widened until they collapsed in ruin.
Amidst the swirling dust and sparks, boulders crumbled, shattering section by section, crushing numerous Demons into flesh and blood, rivers of blood flowed, while the Holy Hall Knights cheered as they climbed the ruins to battle the advancing Demons coming from within the city.
Mortals are indeed fragile, facing Demons alone, their odds of victory are slim. But when they band together, no longer isolated and helpless, they become a rushing tide that devours the Demons, leaving behind only a ground of shredded flesh and broken bones.
This is good, but still not good enough.
