Shadow Slave

For a few moments, both Sunny and Jet stood motionless, staring at the tide of enemies advancing at the damaged wall. Their faces were grim. Eventually, Soul Reaper spoke in a dark tone:

“This is bad. This is really bad..." That was an understatement.

Currently, Falcon Scott was facing two threats.

The first one was the uncountable horde of Nightmare Creatures that had followed Goliath, and was now flowing across the killing field like a dark tide. Some of them had already reached the deformed barrier and engaged the defenders of the breaches in a furious melee, some infiltrated the city through the new fissures in the melted wall and were now rampaging in the staging area.

With the turrets destroyed and the mighty railguns heavily damaged, there was no way to slow down the advance of the horde. Even the MWPs were destroyed, and most of the soldiers had either lost their weapons or were seriously injured. The only ones who remained relatively unscathed were the Awakened — there were around seven hundred of them on the southern section of the wall, and most were still able to fight.

There were reinforcements coming from the other three sections of the wall, but it was going to take some time for them to arrive, Time that they did not have.

The second threat was the Heart of Darkness. Four rivers of dark beetles were flowing toward the ravaged wall, reaching for it like giant black claws. Each individual beetle was capable of biting through powerful armor-type Memories, metal, and flesh.

Their only redeeming quality was that the tiny vermin were not too hard to crush... which was why Army Command had. planned to rely heavily on the powerful defensive armaments in case the dark swarm showed up. With those armaments mostly destroyed, the danger posed by the Heart of Darkness had risen tremendously.

There were several Ascended with Aspects suitable to face such an enemy, as well, but some of them had died in the past two. weeks, while others were not on the southern section of the wall, since no one had expected the Heart of Darkness to attack that day.

‘Damn it!’ Gritting his teeth, Sunny looked at Jet. "So... what do we do?”

At that time, a familiar flaming arrow, albeit much weaker than it had been durina the

Devouring Cloud, flew into the mass of beetles from somewhere much further down the wall. Winter was still

let out

want to lose the city, we need to push the horde back and give the men enough time to run. We

felt cold. There were so many holes in the city wall now that it was basically useless. That meant that the only way to stall the abominations

Falcon Scott succeeded, their losses would be

another option, of

arguably more valuable asset was a valid strategy. War was not a purely logical affair, though... the most reasonable strategy was not always the best strategy. Things like spirit, morale, and

army without these intangible qualities would be

wall and

took a deep breath and shouted, her voice spreading far and wide due to the effects of a special

the enemy back! All mundane personnel, abandon the wall! I repeat: abandon the wall!

lost his footing during the titans attack, grabbed the man by the collar,

her with a pale face. She looked at him somberly for a moment,

Rampart Protocol and be ready to activate it as soon as I give the command. If I die...

using his Aspect Ability to run at incredible

that done, Jet glanced at Sunny. She remained silent for

ready?" Sunny shook his head. “Not

the killing

that awesome Echo of yours to face the middle-left one, and go to the middle-right yourself. Bloodwave will