Rushing out of the city, a multitude of white-clad people come to retrieve the wounded combatants. They lug them back to the city, one by one.
At the same time, the able combatants warm-up and get ready for more battle. The wounded soldiers are lined up in a large group within the 6th District.
Sylvie holds her hands together as the liquid being grows from back her once again. She mutters,
"Undine's Heavenly Prayer."
Like before, the soldiers are veiled in a ball of glowing water as they return to a state without injury. Slowly, the previously injured soldiers regain their consciousness.
On the battlefield, Alvard shouts,
"What's taking so long?!"
He looks toward a cliff and shouts,
"Freidrich! Alizandria! What the hell are you making us wait for?!"
Up on the cliff, Alizandria wears an angered expression as she shouts,
"How dare he! Not only does doubt the intelligence of the smartest man in the Kingdom, he brings shame to the title of Commander!"
Trying to calm her, Freidrich mutters,
"Just leave him be, Alizandria. There's no point in fretting over trivial matters like these. As long he fulfills the role he was given, there should be nothing to worry about."
As Alvard keeps mouthing off, another soldier on the field notices something in the distance. They shout,
"L-Look! There's something in the distance!"
The other soldiers take notice as they begin pointing it out as well. The approaching entity becomes visible to all the squadrons as they intently.
The ground begins to shake in a rhythmic pattern. Trees in the vicinity begin swaying and rubble from the ground launch with every rumble.
Watching from atop, Freidrich mumbles,
"It's here."
The quakes come to a stop as it is replaced by the noise of horn being blown. It echoes in the ears of soldiers and throughout the city.
Despite being a single tone, it's message is clearly conveyed: charge.
Without pause, a new noise comes into play. Unlike the rhythmic quakes or the mono-tonal horn, this noise reflects complete chaos.
No order, sightless wandering, rioting stammering.
Within the turmoil, an air of bloodlust is distinctly apparent.
Fight, fight, fight. Annihilate the enemy.
Peeking out through the horizon, hordes of monsters, far exceeding the previous numbers, sprint towards the city.
The invaders vary greatly in species. From the greedy goblins and the roaring beastmen to the rattling skeletons and towering giants, they approach like a grand precession.
The soldiers of the Royal Army, ready themselves for the incoming forces. Alvard flips his scimitar in the air and shouts,
"Yeah! I'm getting fired up! Come on, boys! Let's give 'em hell!"
In his group, Rigurd plants his axe, resting his hands on it and calls out,
"Prepare yourself, proud knights of the Royal Army! The true battle begins here!"
Lily and Lazaro stand beside one another as Lazaro shouts,
"Here they come! I'm not holding back!"
Lily mutters,
"I would prefer if you held back on the noise."
Watching the projections in the castle, Saiba pleads,
"Mr. Gladius! Let me go! I wanna fight! I can't just be sitting here doing nothing if I'm the hero of Estrelia!"
With a mischievous smile, Gladius replies,
"Nope! You're staying put! Plus, you aren't doing nothing! You're giving them your support from the sidelines, right?"
Saiba sits in his chair, tapping his foot and fidgeting around, noticeably restless. Gladius stands up from his seat and begins walking away as he says,
"If you could excuse me for a moment! I just have some business I need to take care of!"
Saiba shifts slightly off of his chair, as Gladius returns. He mentions,
"I almost forgot! I think it would be in your best interest to stay put! I'd rather not have to clean up after the mess you would make if you tried to escape!"
His tone becomes sinister as he adds,
"Bloodstains are quite hard to clean, you know..."
Saiba feels a jolt run up his spine, compelling him to remain in his seat.
The incoming horde tramples onward. Through trees and rocks, they flatten the ground beneath their feet. They hiss, scream, and let out their cries of war.
The Royal Army stands firm, awaiting the the assailants. Adrenaline rushing through their bodies, persuading them to fight, attack, and protect their homeland.
The two groups collide as the war rages on.