"My lord, our magic crystal reserves are no longer sufficient. The Tier 2 Black Magic Crystals Lord Ange left behind are nearly exhausted."
A mage responsible for dispatching magic crystals hurried up to the battlements, his face pale and his voice panicked.
Upon hearing this, Natiya's fingers unconsciously clenched together, her knuckles turning white as her heart sank.
She turned to the mage and asked in a low voice, "How much longer can we hold out?"
The mage swallowed, cold sweat beading across his forehead as he answered shakily, "At most... until noon today."
The air atop the city wall suddenly froze.
Everyone's faces turned pale and grave in that instant.
Three days and three nights of holding out had already exhausted them. Now, even their final reserves of magic crystals were about to run dry. It was no different from a death sentence.
After a brief silence, Natiya finally spoke.
Her voice was not loud, yet it rang like a heavy bell against everyone's hearts. "If you want to leave, you can use the Magic Teleportation Array to leave now."
The moment her words fell, the deathly silence on the wall was abruptly shattered.
"Natiya! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Dana whipped around, his bloodshot eyes nearly spitting fire with rage.
"Ang never treated us poorly! He raised us up when we were weak and gave us dignity and strength! Even if we die, we cannot let those bastards take a single step into World City!"
"That's right! We can't abandon this place!" Puri, Isi, and the others all spoke up, their emotions surging.
Natiya looked at them calmly, shook her head, and said softly, "Every life is precious."
"Even if Ang were still alive, he would not want to see you throw your lives away here. While