"We are under attack!"
As soon as they heard the words of the soldier, everybody stopped what they were doing and rushed outside.
"We need more spears!"
"Quick, the archers need more arrows!"
Outside the building was pure chaos as soldiers were trying to organize themselves as quickly as possible.
Eric noted that pretty much every awakened in the vicinity was carrying a weapon made of silver, even the arrows the archers used looked to be made from the same material.
'I guess having weapons for a miracle isn't something common here, or at least when it comes to the awakened,' he thought as everybody rushed to the gates.
They quickly opened, and as soon as Eric stepped outside, he grimaced as he felt the air becoming heavier.
He didn't miss the feeling of the corruption in the air, here outside the city, they were far from the cathedrals, and the protection of the gods didn't extend to them.
"They are coming!"
