The fifth day of creating a stronghold for the sanctuary was beginning to feel like a lifetime. Despite all the meticulous planning and strategies laid out, reality was much harsher. The sheer number of monsters swarming the battlefield was far beyond anything anyone could have imagined. Not only were there too many, but these were not the typical monsters—they were higher-ranked, faster, stronger, and more cunning. The monsters seemed to come in endless waves, and despite the bravery and skill of the sanctuary warriors, they were being pushed to their limits.
Even after days of fighting, the sanctuary's forces were still standing, though barely. The fact that the normal warriors were holding the line against such overwhelming odds was already a miracle in itself. The situation had forced them to retreat four times. Each retreat felt like a bitter defeat, but every time, they regrouped, determined to hold the line again.
