The lower courtyard of Zephyria was a chaotic bloody meat grinder.
The massive fleshy tentacles of the Abyssal Dreadnought had punched through the city's Void-shield and anchored themselves directly into the black-stone pavement.
Thousands of heavy-class Abyssal monsters, hulking Brutes and jagged-armored Knights, poured out of the pulsating tubes and swarmed the defensive lines.
The mortal soldiers of the Zephyrian Empire were holding, but just barely.
"Shields up! Do not break the line!" the scarred Templar Captain roared.
His silver armor was dented and splattered with highly corrosive purple blood. The two hundred Solaris Templars formed a desperate curved wall of glowing holy light.
They struggled to hold back a relentless wave of twelve-foot-tall Abyssal Brutes.
High Ranger Celeste stood on the roof of a nearby barracks building with her heavy longbow drawn.
