The walls were filled with anticipation as the highs from yesterday's victory faded upon seeing the cruel reality before them.
"Can we win...?" A female in the Militia asked her sisters, watching the huge black wave approaching from the northwest.
'So this is what Kayne meant...'
Alexander's eyes watched as the little hopes of an easy victory faded, his heart slowly beating with a powerful rhythm akin to drums of war beating to spur him on, to fight his doubts.
"How many?" He asked as the woman beside him remained silent for several seconds before a hurried response came.
"A-ah... 19,000 at least." Venri's voice, despite becoming a Vesta, was nervous, her teeth rattling as if the grim reaper was tapping her shoulder to welcome her into Hell.
'They will be crushed... Like ants.'
