"They retreated!" Quintina's eyes lit up, and a rare smile appeared on her face.
Natiya remained vigilant, staring at the human force gradually vanishing beyond the horizon. In a low voice, she said, "It seems... their purpose wasn't to support us."
"Who cares?" Dana laughed heartily, lowering the weapon he had been gripping tightly as his whole body relaxed.
"As long as we don't leave the city, there's nothing they can do to us. The Abyssal Prison Allied Forces are trapped outside; they're the ones in a bigger hurry."
Ang stood high atop the city wall, his expression calm, though his eyes never left the traces of battle in the distance.
Quintina looked up at him and asked worriedly, "Ang, are you all right? You haven't rested properly these past few days."
Ang slowly let out a breath, smiled, and shook his head. "I'm fine. Even if something dangerous really happens, the Chaos Shield will be enough to open a path of retreat and get us safely out of here."
The atmosphere inside the fortress eased slightly. The elven warriors spoke quietly among themselves, as though they had glimpsed hope.
Far away in Blue Bridge Fortress, Lanlost's face was gloomy.
The force dispatched by Blue Bridge Fortress had failed to break through the Abyssal Prison Allied Forces' encirclement, an outcome he had not expected.
He silently studied the detailed battle report, his gaze dark, but said nothing.
Fisher's voice soon sounded beside him. "The angels have already descended here. In the end, we'll still have to rely on them to resolve our situation."
"You're more anxious than anyone else." Lanlost snorted coldly. Before his words had even faded, he had vanished without a trace.
Fisher did not care whether Lanlost stayed or left.
He and several other high-ranking powerhouses had