At that moment, east of Novigel.
The attack on this front fell chiefly to the Gnoll tribes of the Demon Auxiliary Army.
A High Demon commander directed the battle from behind the lines. The Gnolls were fast and skilled climbers. They swarmed up the heaps of corpses, and for a time, the fighting on the City Wall remained deadlocked.
But the cloaked guard at his side kept casting strange looks around him.
He surveyed the area coldly, watching the movements of the auxiliary forces.
Then, without warning, it happened.
The High Demon went rigid. An immense surge of mental power flooded his mind, and he collapsed, blood pouring from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Ansu glanced at the corpse beneath his black cloak, then melted into the shadows. Under cover of the fighting, he slipped silently toward the City Wall.
Three days earlier, he had teleported back to the Tallin Autonomous Dominion. Once he learned what was happening, he had rushed straight to Novigel, arriving just as the Demons launched two successive assaults that day.
He had disguised himself as a Mid-Level Commander's guard and infiltrated the attacking force.
Ansu could not help thinking how strange it was. After all this time, he had returned alongside a Demon army attacking the city.
He followed the charging auxiliaries toward the City Wall. His mental power spread silently, marking friend and foe alike, until he found a blind spot in the defenses.
But shortly after he climbed over the wall and entered the inner city, a spell that had been held at the ready locked onto him.
"An enemy's gotten inside!" An armored battle mage had spotted him, and his staff lit up.
Ansu raised a Magic Shield to block the Shadow Bolt. Several more spells blasted toward him in quick