Dealing With The Biggest Problem

The captain had arrived at the front gate of the city. It was already a mess when he had arrived; the wall and gate had been crushed. The gate itself was half dissolved and lying there on the floor.

Buildings left and right had been partially destroyed, and a number of beasts were circling in on those from the Lost Clan.

Around thirty of them had gathered at the front gate. Most of them had swords held in their hands and were forming a formation shaped like a star. Points guided toward the beasts.

A large number of beasts were already dead on the ground in front of them, but there were still more to come. After fighting for a while now, they were tiring out. Some of them had suffered a few injuries that felt like burn marks on their bodies as their clothing had melted away.

"Stay in formation, stay strong. If they break us, then everything will fall apart!" one of the men shouted.