Under the assault of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, several weak points have appeared on the walls of Saint Michael, piled high with corpses everywhere.
Meanwhile, the Empire's bombardment grows increasingly intense, with bipedal wyverns loaded with ammunition flying across the sky, dropping bombs as dense as raindrops.
Relentless explosions strike fear into those hiding in the city, causing them to huddle trembling in corners.
Soon thereafter, gigantic airships resembling whales sweep across the sky, casting vast shadows, shrouding the city below.
Any Thrace Soldier daring to show their head immediately faces the combined barrage of elemental laser cannons and machine guns from the airships' underbellies, leaving them without a burial place.
"Help us..."
"God, save us..."
The Thrace Soldiers huddled in the corners of the city can only desperately pray to their gods for mercy.
