The atmosphere within the Goblin Guild's territory shattered in an instant.
The guards stationed along the inner defensive lines didn't even get the chance to react. A wave of energy, unfamiliar presences, and an abnormal pressure of mana suddenly appeared in the heart of their territory.
"Enemy—!"
The warning shout wasn't even finished before the shadows moved.
The Fallen.
Creatures that looked more like nightmares than allies spread through the defensive lines. Their speed was incomprehensible, their movements precise, and every single clash meant death for the enemy.
For a moment, the guards of the Goblin Guild were completely stunned. No one had expected the enemy to infiltrate their territory directly, especially while the main battle was still ongoing.
And honestly, that reaction made sense.
The damage the Goblin Guild had dealt in the opening moments of the war had been massive. Practically half of the Everlight Moon Guild's forces had been wiped out.
