Visitor From The Abyss
Three hours had passed ever since the start of the defensive battle of Whitebridge City.
The defenders were about to get tired in fighting against the seemingly unending horde of monsters that were now doing their best to climb up the city walls, even if it meant using each other as a stepping stone to breakthrough the line of defense, which all the Dwarves were painstakingly trying to maintain.
Aina panted, catching her breath, as she swung her sword to cut off a monster's claw, sending it falling from the wall, crushing its comrades down below.
Although her guild, Eternal, had now taken the lead in the rankings, the doll-like beauty was more concerned about the welfare of her guild members.
The mages were exhausted after continuously casting spell, after spell, after spell. The archers had already run out of arrows, and those who could use their own magical energy to create elemental arrows, were suffering from mana exhaustion just like the mages.