"Junior sister..."
The glasses hunter wiped off a bead of cold sweat, unconsciously adjusting his glasses.
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...
Dusk had fallen, and the coastline was shrouded in profound darkness.
It had been a full seven hours since the Shadow Tide Night began.
And still, the intense cannon fire at the seaside had not ceased.
A thousand cannons lined up, emitting one angry roar after another.
Flames illuminated the sea surface as explosions sounded consecutively, with dark waves assaulting wave after wave.
Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the shadow beasts charged, struggled, and roared. After seven continuous hours, their numbers hadn't decreased but more and more shadow beasts emerged from the sea.
As the cannons were damaged and resources depleted, the defensive line where the hunters stood had been pushed back a full kilometer.
The ocean trembled. The lighthouse to the east had collapsed, and the walls built had crumbled.
