Time slipped quietly by amid day after day of slaughter and steadfast defense.
Thanks to the Holy Light Bullets' continued deterrence, the demons' attacks never again formed a tide-like suppression.
The pressure on the frontline warriors greatly eased.
Many people were finally able to catch a breath amid the suffocating bloody battles.
Though they still fought every day, the fear of being swallowed by a flood of demons at any moment no longer hung over them.
Yet Ang did not relax because of this.
Standing atop the temporary camp, he gazed toward the ruins of Wolf City beneath dark clouds.
Based on his experience fighting demons during this time, he gradually realized that the number of demons on the Maple Sugar Plane was likely far greater than what stood before them.
By his conservative estimate, there were already at least a million.
And that was only the portion appearing on this plane. If they counted the endless reinforcements behind the Gate of Foul Spirits, the number would be even more terrifying.
What worried him even more was that the Maple Sugar Plane's suppression of the Abyss had nearly vanished.
If he had not come to support them, Maple Sugar City would have fallen completely, and this plane would likely have become part of the Abyss in a short time.
Then all their efforts would have been in vain.
"My lord, we have finished preparing."
Ang was drawn from his thoughts by a forceful voice.
Sloke approached alongside the commanders of the Flame Swordsman Regiment and Infantry Regiment, their Enchanted Armaments gleaming with a cold light.
The three of them dropped to one knee in unison, their expressions resolute.
"May we take the initiative and attack? We do not wish to keep waiting passively."
Ang studied them, a trace of approval