Asura's body exploded with a black flame—holding his father's sword, he rushed towards the fortress; gazing to the side, he saw the fleets pushing forward, with Lorem and Helliana at the forefront, fighting against the elite undead warriors.
'There is no time to waste. Each second makes victory slip further away!'
Boom—!
Stomping off the ground, Asura shot into the sky with a loud howl, his broken wings barely able to guide him towards the tall black walls covered in undead and fiery craters.
"Shoot down the h-human!"
"Kill the living!"
Several of the captains on the wall pointed to the flashing image in the sky, a falling human rapidly gaining speed as it approached them.
'There are only several seconds until I am shot down,' he thought.
'If I fail to land this time, I will surely perish.'
