All around, the only screams came from hideous, chilling demons.
Most likely, the survivors were holed up in basements, holding their breath and hoping for the nightmare to end.
I didn’t slow down, but I did lift my head. In the distance stood a black tower, looming high.
From the gaping holes in its damaged exterior walls, black smoke was pouring out.
That was the Jet-Black Mage Tower, symbol and core of the Magocracy. Seeing it under siege like this made it clear:
A city of hundreds of thousands was on the brink of falling to the demons.
Ailet.
The pendant around my neck vibrated—Agnes’s voice, sounding more subdued than usual.
“Yes, Agnes?”
In the future you know… how many survivors does Gehenid have?
“…Fewer than ten thousand.”
…
She said nothing more, but her silence conveyed her shock.I chose…