Under the illuminating moon, the floor was filled with crimson fluid. The disaster had hit the town.
At one time, it appeared as an end, but then a figure appeared. The moment he started assisting them, they were again hopeful of victory.
There were many casualties, but somehow, they could push all the monsters back from the wall and eliminate the ones that had already climbed.
"Thanks for the assistance," said the old man as he approached the one responsible for this.
However, the figure pointed his palm toward the old man, as if asking him not to come close.
Everyone looked at the back of the figure; this attitude was disrespectful in their eyes, but they were forced to keep their mouths shut, as the reason they were all alive was because of him.