Tap—!
A teenager who had a lousy build was shaking intensely. He was trying to hold his spear as he stood guard at the castle wall of the three towers.
Screech—!
"Oh, my god…"
The wall was thinner than before and cracks started to become more apparent as three days had gone by.
"We're screwed."
"No, we're not."
Someone passes the soldier's back and taps his shoulder.
"Sir Jonathan."
Jonathan smiled and looked at the walls of the dome as he stated, "We're not going to be screwed. We're on the strongest tower after all."
Strongest tower.
Just two days ago, the king of the Viscenzo Kingdom told them a lot of things. The main things were Liliana's death, the situation of the dome, and the plan onwards.
Tower Defense.
They are going to defend until they last long.
'But isn't that the same as fighting that is guaranteed to lose?'
