The remaining Holy Hall Knights stood firm on top of a bell tower, sealing off the path upward. They raised their firearms, continuously firing downward, shooting down the Demons attempting to scale the walls.
Everyone was gripped by fear, everyone was anxious and uneasy. They were exhausted, and their ammunition was running low.
Looking up, the entire city of Florence was engulfed in raging flames of war, as if the apocalypse had descended. Under the night sky, nothing remained but wails.
"We... we're almost out of ammunition."
A Holy Hall Knight shrank back, sat against the wall, hugged his gun, and shivered.
Another Holy Hall Knight, trembling, slowly stretched out his hand and opened his palm, revealing a few bullets.
"Those monsters gnaw and lick blood, greedy by nature... they will tear us apart alive, dismember our bodies, devour us bit by bit, leaving not even bones behind."
