The Guardians Who Refused to Retreat
Videl, who had been watching from the walls of Fantom City, could no longer endure the sight before her.
The battlefield had become a living nightmare.
The defenders who had stood proudly at dawn were now little more than scattered groups desperately struggling to survive. Smoke rolled across the ruined plain, mixing with dust, ash, and the metallic scent of blood. The relentless tide of undead advanced without pause, their hollow eyes burning with eerie green flames that pierced through the haze like countless ghostly lanterns.
Everywhere she looked, someone was giving everything they had.
Knights fought until their swords broke.
Adventurers continued swinging their weapons despite bodies covered in wounds.
Mages collapsed after exhausting every last drop of mana.
Still...
The undead continued marching.
Videl tightened her grip around her Long sword.
