On the walls of Ebony Fortress, Ang stood side by side with Dana.
A Minotaur and several ogres were working together to secure a heavy Magic Ballista at a gap in the battlements. Its metallic sheen was cold, pale-blue light flickered across its runes, and its thick bow arms looked capable of piercing the heavens when fully drawn.
"Ang, with these ballistae, the next time a Tier 3 Foul Spirit dares attack the city, we won't be left just staring helplessly." Dana laughed gruffly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Ang could not help laughing as well. He reached out and patted one of the ballista's arms, his tone relaxed but cautionary. "That's right, but you need to practice properly. A Tier 3 Foul Spirit can't be dealt with by casually firing an arrow. Accuracy and timing are what matter."
"Don't worry. This job suits us Minotaurs and ogres best." Dana raised his thick arm, his face full of confidence. "We were born strong. Handling this thing is much easier for us than it is for humans."
Ang nodded and took a bulging sack from his Magic Waist Pouch, handing it to Dana. "These are crossbow bolts produced in North Wind Territory. Use them for practice. Don't be stingy with them. Practice makes perfect."
"Hahaha, got it!" Dana happily slung the bag over his shoulder, then turned and called his companions over to continue studying the ballista.
Ang, meanwhile, slowly walked down from the wall, his steps neither hurried nor slow.
Over the past few days, they had desperately produced Holy Light rune crossbow bolts, yet strangely, no Foul Spirits had appeared again.
That calm instead filled them with unease.
Below the wall, Quintina came up to him, watching him closely. "We haven't seen any Foul Spirits for several days. Can