The group of Magi and guards ran towards the depth of the tunnel. Everyone had solemn expressions on their faces, especially the guards.
This was going to be a battle between Magi, and mortals like them would only serve as cannon fodder. They knew this fact, yet they continued to run forward with determination.
Some wanted to avenge their loved ones, while others wanted to rescue their loved ones.
Regardless of their reason, they were ready to lay down their lives and protect the city that they grew up in.
As the group continued to run forward, suddenly they started hearing the sounds of hurried footsteps coming from the other end of the tunnel.
"They're here." The Count, who was running at the forefront, muttered in a cold voice.
He began to infuse mana into his magic artifact, but right at that moment, he was stopped by one of his trusted subordinates.
"My Lord, save your strength," The guard said solemnly.
