“Hold the line, Lleu!” Vincent shouted. “Remember, your grandchildren are waiting in Midgard. Don’t let these bastards pass through!”
All the Defenders of Midgard gritted their teeth as they dealt with waves upon waves of enemies trying to break the last Fortress standing.
Several factions had even formed an alliance in order to bring them down faster. They had already been fighting for three days straight without rest, and signs of exhaustion were evident among the Defenders.
‘Shit!’ Vincent cursed internally before watching the battle in the sky. 'This doesn't look good!'
The Progenitors were duking it out with each other, and even Ashmedai, who was one of the strongest Progenitors of Midgard, was being pushed back by the three Progenitors who had teamed up to face him.
Balthazar, the Supreme Commander of the Fortress, stood on the ramparts as he faced off against multiple enemies at once.