The damage caused by the cultists exceeded Asura's expectations. Huge gaping holes and burning craters lingered at the outer walls, with knights and crusaders fighting each other in a brutal melee. Neither side seemed to have the advantage, while Asura couldn't see any of his women on the walls.
'Where are they?'
He would have noticed if they suffered a serious injury or died, so Asura didn't worry too much. Instead, he led Grom and the orcs towards a broken part of the wall with low-rank monsters and cultists swarming inside. "Let's go, Grom, show me the strength of your people!" Asura's voice boomed while he pushed forward.
"Hah! Let us go, brothers, to win back our freedom!" Grom's body shot forward, followed by his brothers all roaring "For Grom!" at the top of their lungs while Asura kept his eyes open, making sure the archbishop didn't attack them.
