The response from the soldiers at the border was immediate.
Every one of them abandoned their idle positions without hesitation, rushing toward their assigned stations.
Orders echoed across the battlements as squads armed with rifles and magical items spread into formation with remarkable speed.
Captain Luther stood at the forefront of the wall, his eyes fixed on the approaching demons.
With a single sweep of his arm, he directed the formations.
"First and Third Companies, hold the west line."
"Casters, prepare your spells."
"Do not engage until my command."
The entire defensive force fell into place almost immediately.
Some of them, the Rangers, took firing positions behind the heavy defensive emplacements.
Others, mostly Casters, gathered behind them, already weaving magic circles into existence.
Some of the Guardians had begun raising their shields, while the Warriors and Sabers took up different fighting stances in preparation for the approaching enemy.
