Days later.
South of the Fertile Plains, Tower Station No. 10.
Balshan lay prone outside the turret, looking at the silhouette of the ancient city a distance away. She had once read a report in the weekly newspaper about the Northern Expedition. She knew it was once the famous witch city in history, Taquila. In order to conquer it, demons went to great lengths, but were ultimately sent retreating by the First Army.
And now, they were here to defeat new enemies, so as to recapture Taquila.
One minute… Thirty seconds… Ten seconds…
As she counted silently in her head, she covered her ears.
