Fikell grew increasingly anxious as the western sea infantry steadily advanced, with the leading demon legion titans already within throwing distance of their clubs into the city.
Visto still hadn't made a move, which once again made Fikell want to rush down and strike him; his calmness was infuriating.
Fikell and his lieutenants stood atop the wooden wall, their swords swinging, sending out sword auras that chipped away at the approaching enemy forces.
Yet, the western sea troops continued their steady advance, getting closer and closer to the city walls.
Only five meters left!
Fikell looked towards Visto, noticing he still hadn't taken any action, his mind racing with irritation—had this man run out of tricks?
As the titan closest to the wall hurled its club, Fikell braced to defend with his sword but then noticed the club had vanished.
