The alarm bell rang through the city, its sharp, urgent sound echoing off the stone walls, ensuring that all residents heard what, to many of the citizens, was like the urgent warning of their impending doom.
Soldiers and beast-tamers scrambled to their positions, gripping weapons with white-knuckled hands as they rushed toward the city walls. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat, metal, and lingering abyssal rot filling up their lungs.
Kain vaulted up the nearest set of stairs, taking two steps at a time as he reached the top of the city wall.
From his elevated vantage point, his eyes swept over the battlefield. The Abyssals had regrouped—a seemingly never-ending wave of corrupted spiritual creatures and abyssals moving toward the city like a nightmarish tide. But this time, they weren't just mindlessly charging.
