Ezekiel, who initially thought he had an amazing plan of opening the gates and trapping the enemy in the estate, dared not think about it!
F***!
The destruction and fires were everywhere he looked.
No way.
His me quickly made adjustments, his chest expanding and contracting chaotically with every breath.
"Keep the gates closed! We defend and defeat the enemy from above!" Call in Permolio's 2nd defense group back!"
Seeing the Ballistas already lined up in place, ready for action! Ready
Standing on the crown of the wall, Ezekiel felt he was in hell. But touching his Adonis sacred rope bracelet, he looked to the sky and earnestly prayed for heavenly power.
And indeed, he felt it. (So he would like to think.)
He wanted to believe that after closing his eyes, he mistook the heat wave he felt from the explosion as divine power surging within.
