Ang stood atop Bahoya City's walls. Before him stretched a dense, black mass of Hellhounds. In the faint light of dawn, they looked savage and terrifying, their red eyes like flickering ghost flames that sent chills down one's spine. A cold wind swept past, and the soldiers on the walls gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions grave. Ang sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the air and frowned slightly. He took a deep breath, his gaze moving across the enemy ranks as he searched for an opening.
"Ang," Haru said as he approached from the side and patted his shoulder, "last night's strategy worked. We'll test them the same way today. We need to figure out what these things are up to. We can't attack rashly."
Ang nodded and replied quietly, "Understood. These Hellhounds aren't stupid, but we can't let them easily find our weaknesses either."
The soldiers began preparing their defenses, and the tense atmosphere atop the walls gradually steadied. Ang checked the new Magic Broom he had replaced his old one with. The broom from last night had already been ruined in the fierce battle. He secretly felt fortunate that this new broom performed better. Today's operation required it to be at its best.
As the city gates slowly opened, Ang rode his Magic Broom onto the battlefield once more. He did not immediately take out the magic crystal cannon, instead keeping it securely in his Magic Waist Pouch, ready to draw it at any moment. Last night's actual combat had made him more proficient with the magic crystal cannon. He had even mastered the technique of swiftly drawing and aiming it while maneuvering through the air to evade attacks.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ang, whether they were soldiers atop the walls or Hellhounds in the distance. The