When they saw the mass of figures rushing in, every face in Clearford City turned pale.
Only then did it hit them—what they'd just wiped out was just a detachment.
The real nightmare was still coming.
Countless people looked toward the Fallen Star City group with raw worry.
They're only a few hundred… can they really hold against tens of thousands of Flamekin?
General Cross lowered his voice, speaking fast to his aide. "Notify everyone in the compound who's Stage B or above. Get them here—now. This is our only chance. Even if we have to pile bodies, we wipe these beasts out today."
"Yes!" The aide nodded hard and rushed off to pass the order.
Not long after, the Flamekin arrived in force.
Eight thousand. More.
They poured into the ruined streets, forming a sea of heat-hazed silhouettes.
When they saw the field littered with their dead, their faces turned vicious.
