Millions of People
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Report! Report! The airship is going down!"
A piercing shriek blasted through the air as the final airship in the sky emitted columns of purple smoke, falling towards the ground. It smashed into the plains outside Orida Fortress.
Boom! Immediately after, the magic crystal that was powering the airship exploded, causing a 90-foot-wide cloud of deep purple smoke to rise from the wreckage.
The ten or so Winged Howlers that were flying away from the wreckage were instantaneously engulfed by the smoke, perishing.
Looking around, the dead bodies of the Dark Army numbered at least over a thousand. However, that was but a slight dent in the Dark Army's forces. At the fortress entrance, the Dark Army was like a flood of black, surging towards the fort.
There were 30,000 people posted on the first wall. At this moment, there were only 8,000 left. The rest had fallen in battle.
"Arrows!"
"Fire!"
"Block them! Shoot down those winged demons!"