Rain's legs, swollen and fiery red, strained against the confines of his boots, their usual contours distorted by the inflammation. The discomfort was palpable, and the unsettling realization of his condition gripped him, adding a layer of apprehension to the already dire situation.
"... This is what I get from going overboard… but at least I achieve my goal, the rest is up to you, guys" Rain thought.
Rain sacrificed his legs, but half of the enemies were killed before they could reach the capital… fighting agaisnt fifty or so leviathan dragons would be hard, but the warriors and soldiers of the Capital began to move with in mind.
The warriors of the Raging Phoenix split into fifty groups as well… each only only had thirty of them and it didn't seem much against the gargantuan beasts, but it didn't matter… It was do or die.
