The Abyssal Prison Allied Forces roared without cease outside Ebony Fortress, their deep howls rolling like thunder and echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.
The waves of sound, laced with madness and malice, seemed capable of tearing apart eardrums, burrowing into the depths of the soul, and throwing everyone's minds into turmoil.
Though the elven archers on the walls held Holy Light Rune Arrows, the runes upon the shafts flickered with sacred radiance.
Yet volley after volley could only stir up showers of blood among the Demon ranks.
Whenever a Demon was struck by a Holy Light Arrow, screaming as it collapsed and convulsed, its body gradually stiffening before turning to ash, the elves felt a flicker of encouragement.
But that encouragement vanished in an instant.
When the arrows struck Flame Demons, scorching magma burst from their bodies, like torrents of lava erupting from wounds, forcibly canceling out the Holy Light's corrosion.
The searing heat washed over them, leaving even the defenders atop the walls with parched throats and labored breathing.
As for the Faceless Ones, they were even stranger.
The instant they were struck by Rune Arrows, their bodies melted into pitch-black liquid.
They twisted and slid away with astonishing speed, evading the Holy Light like living shadows. Even the elves felt their scalps go numb.
And the Spiderfolk... they were the true nightmare.
Those towering monsters, with eight scythe-like legs, darted through the Abyssal Prison Allied Forces at incredible speed, leaping and weaving across the battlefield.
The elves' arrows could barely catch their figures. The moment they took aim, the Spiderfolk had already flashed to another side, leaving behind afterimages that made hearts tremble.
"Ang, these Abyssal Prison creatures are harder to deal with than the last." Anxiety and suppressed unease filled Quintina's eyes as she gazed at