On the wall, the soldiers of Kish cheered as they saw the Uruk forces falling back.

  If they could hold out like this, victory seemed within reach.

  But soon, a deadly sandstorm swept over them.

  A chaos of blood and screams.

  Countless soldiers collapsed, poisoned, coughing up blood.

  Some clawed madly at their own throats, unable to breathe.

  As the crisis struck, Riana—possessing Ella—pushed her healing power to its absolute limit.

  A pure white aura enveloped the soldiers, and overwhelming restorative force protected them from death.

  However, the poison dealt continuous damage and interfered with breathing.

  Healing allies under those conditions was like pouring water into a bottomless jar.

  Ella’s eyes became bloodshot, and blood dripped steadily from her nose.

  Just as she reached her limit—

  The priests of Enlil invoked the authority of the wind god.

  A fierce wind blew forth, beginning to push the sandstorm back toward the Uruk forces.

  Startled, Abarkash concentrated his power, struggling to hold his ground.

  If he were pushed back, the Uruk army would be buried in poisonous sand.

  Having regained her composure, Riana poured her power into the priests of Enlil.

  The wind intensified into a raging gale and completely drove the sandstorm away.

  At the moment the poison and sand were swept back, Neragalsu hurriedly raised a deep green orb toward the sky.

  The orb absorbed all the poison mixed into the sand, allowing the Uruk army to narrowly avoid disaster.

  “Damn it! Ashurgar—are you still not ready?!”

  At Neragalsu’s shout, Ashurgar rose to his feet.

  “Calm yourself, General. The preparations are complete.”

  As Ashurgar stood, all nearby Uruk soldiers quickly withdrew.

  Ashurgar drew his sword and plunged it into the ground.

  As he crouched, his body began to swell.

  His growing form was rapidly covered in hardened ore.

  Soon, a massive stone giant, as tall as the city wall itself, stood before them.

  When the giant reached for the swords embedded in the ground, the two blades also began to grow.

  A stone colossus wielding twin swords in both hands.

  Though its appearance was heavy and massive, once it began to run, it closed in on the wall at a terrifying speed.

  When Eshiel and the archer corps fired, the giant dodged with astonishing agility, utterly unfitting its size.

  As Tamar’s vines burst up beneath its feet, the giant leapt into the air, spun rapidly, and sliced the vines into several pieces.

  It was movement beyond belief.

  Elaton and Eshiel shouted at the same time.

  “Tamar!”

  As vines surged up from below the wall, the two men leapt down simultaneously.

  When they landed atop the vines, branches wrapped tightly around their feet, anchoring them firmly.

  The vines moved unpredictably like living serpents, encircling Ashurgar.

  Neragalsu hurled poisoned daggers, but Tamar, having read the pattern, manipulated the vines to evade them swiftly.

  Riding the moving vines, Eshiel fired explosive arrows in rapid succession,

  while Elaton swung his war hammer, pouring terrifying brute force into each strike as he pressured the giant.

  Ashurgar deflected the explosive arrows with his blades and smoothly redirected Elaton’s attacks.

  Just as it seemed he was being overwhelmed, Ashurgar suddenly leapt into the air.

  For a brief instant, Elaton and Eshiel lost sight of him.

  Soaring overhead, Ashurgar swung his massive twin swords and carved the city wall into a V-shaped gash.

  General Namur-Bel stared in horror, his eyes wide, his lips trembling.

  “The… the wall…!”

  As Ashurgar shoved the severed section aside, the wall collapsed as if it were nothing but an illusion.

  And with a thunderous roar, the entire Uruk army charged toward the breach.