Sebastian watched as the last of the fanged retreated, the soldiers' cheers echoing across the walls.
This battle didn't mean total victory. This war wasn't something that diverting one attack was going to solve. No, it was a horrifying endurance test.
The defenders, battered and bruised, stood atop the walls. Their duty didn't end yet.
Those who could still stay outside and keep an eye on the monsters had to remain there. Only the truly injured ones had to go meet a healer.
The city held for now. But the sheer number of dead monsters painted a horrifying picture of what Plerg endured until now and what they were going to face in the next few months, if not years.
In this situation, Fear behaved like a cold serpent that coiled itself around the hearts and throats of soldiers and citizens alike.
Hope sputtered and threatened to die in the suffocating haze of despair.
