Gunshots, screams, and mad laughter filled the air, as the defense line teetered on the brink of collapse—or rather, was in the process of collapsing.
Several squads of Titan Troops had stormed into the garden of Palais des Tuileries, ranging from small units to medium-sized ones. Thanks to the citizens' desperate resistance, they had, for the moment, managed to seal the gaps in the defensive line.
Everyone understood that it would be impossible to repeat such a miracle next time.
The wounded swordsmen, the girl separated from her mother, the powerless nurses—surviving this terrifying maelstrom would truly require a divine miracle by the Mother Goddess herself.
"We are currently trying to use the sewers to organize the evacuation of citizens and the transport of medical supplies. If we can't hold this position, the medicines and the citizens... Instead of letting it all go to waste, it's better to use them on you now. That's my judgment."
