Prince Ivirios wore a grave expression.
Though the governor's residence where he was stationed had not been breached, and his guards were fighting bravely against the flesh-rending monsters that kept appearing from the shadows, the prince could clearly see the burning port of Amastasia from where he stood.
The city, which had gathered the sea elves' wealth and renown, along with many of their people, had fallen into hell today. Even if he could drive off this band of mad bastards, it would be difficult to save his homeland as it wailed amid the flames consuming it.
The only thing Ivirios could be grateful for now was that the well-trained Amastasia fleet had seen through the monsters' disguises before they could approach the warships. Braving the attacks of the chaos abominations, the fleet had sailed out of the harbor. The elven kingdom's finest fleet had been preserved, and that was enough for this sea elf ruler, who was on the verge of defeat, to leave his country its most precious asset.
There was a reason the prince, for all his good nature and outstanding strength, was so pessimistic.
He knew there was a good chance he wouldn't survive today. Leading the chaos villains attacking the governor's residence was none other than Lady Felosil, a ranger general who had rendered great service to the kingdom.
Wielding the Star of Adel, she kept cutting down their warriors. Every twang of her bowstring cost them another life. Before those hurtling, dusky starlights, every defense failed. If not for the prince's own unique power, Lady Felosil's storm of arrows sweeping across the battlefield would have been enough to break their ranks.
"Your Highness! They're charging again!"
The furious shout from the captain of the guard warned that the hideous flesh-rending monsters were assaulting their