The sun slowly raised its head beyond the horizon.

  The deep night was yielding its place to the approaching dawn.

  Great General Namur-Bel stood frozen, utterly stunned.

  Only after a long moment did his adjutant’s shout finally reach his ears.

  “General! The enemy is advancing! Give the order!”

  The vast army of Uruk was climbing over the rubble of the collapsed wall.

  The wall had fallen.

  The fall of Kish was now certain.

  Unable to speak, Namur-Bel closed his eyes in despair.

  Pitch-black ruin was closing in on his homeland.

  “Get out!”

  A young girl’s voice.

  Namur-Bel opened his eyes.

  “Get out of our land!”

  It was the people.

  Children, women, and the elderly.

  They were picking up fallen bricks from the collapsed wall and hurling them at

  the invaders.

  More than a thousand common folk had stepped forward, unafraid of death.

  Namur-Bel drew his sword and turned to his adjutant.

  “All troops except the archers—assemble at the breached wall.”

  Facing the advancing enemy, the old general charged forward and shouted

  desperately.

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  “All troops, follow me! Protect the people!”

  The soldiers of Kish roared and ran after the old general.

  The clash of the surging Uruk forces and the soldiers of Kish followed.

  Fighting alongside their people, the soldiers of Kish no longer feared death.

  United with the common folk, they formed a new wall of flesh and resolve.

  Meanwhile, the five siblings were fighting together against the Five Great

  Generals.

  Riana pushed her abilities to their limit, pouring strength into her siblings.

  Filled with overwhelming exhilaration, each of them unleashed the greatest

  power of their lives.

  Azael gathered countless evil spirits together and succeeded in forming an

  evil spirit giant over ten meters tall.

  As Marbala stepped forward to cast purification, meteor-like flaming arrows

  from Eshiel rained down in rapid succession.

  Marbala halted her casting and raised a massive wall of light to block the

  bombardment.

  The evil spirit giant plunged into Uruk’s main force, spreading corruption

  and trampling soldiers mercilessly.

  While Marbala focused on defense, the priests attempted purification, but their

  less-refined rites failed to deal significant damage to the giant.

  As the giant charged toward the priesthood, Kashirgal leapt in, swinging his

  execution blade.

  With a single strike, several of the giant’s fingers were severed.

  The giantified evil spirit seemed vulnerable to physical attacks.

  Kashirgal exhaled hot breath and charged at the giant once more.

  Eshiel moved along Tamar’s vines, focusing his attacks on the high priestess

  and the poison wielder.

  If those two were kept in check, Tamar’s and Azael’s combat power could fully

  assert itself.

  Elaton, too, leapt through the air along Tamar’s vines, engaging Ashurgar in

  a decisive battle.

  Ashurgar wielded refined swordsmanship, attempting to cut Elaton down,

  but each time, Elaton knocked the blades aside with his hammer, charged with

  monstrous strength.

  With every blow, Ashurgar’s massive swords shattered piece by piece.

  Changing tactics, Ashurgar aimed to strike Tamar atop the wall—the source of

  their mobility.

  Tamar grinned and said,

  “Heh. Caught you.”