The defenders' resistance could not be called anything less than resolute, nor could the city walls be called anything less than sturdy.
Yet after only a few dozen minutes.
The city gate was ultimately breached.
As said before, humans themselves were at a disadvantage against the aberrations, and they were vastly outnumbered as well.
Besides.
High in the sky, the Blood Moon had begun to descend.
It still carried itself as though it were toying with them, but anyone could see that it had already grown impatient. The moment the aberrations occupied the entire city, it would unleash the Withering Tide and devour humanity's last fortress.
Fortunately, although the city gate had been breached, under Ron's command, most of the troops withdrew in an orderly fashion. Only a small number of people remained behind to cut off their own retreat and hold the enemy back. As flames erupted, the weapons and ammunition that could not be evacuated detonated with them, taking swathes of modified creatures and aberrations with them.
Ron stood in the command center, staring at the scene on the screen with a face as dark as water.
Though he spoke casually over the communicator, that was mostly to stabilize morale. In this situation, if he, the commander, panicked first, then total collapse would await them all.
So even if the aberrations had reached the command center's doorstep, he had to put on an unshakable front.
Yet reports continued to pour in, making his heart sink lower and lower.
"Carson Street has been breached. The garrison has been wiped out. The aberrations are now advancing toward Three-Fork Road... What should we do?"
"Send the City Defense Guard's Seventh Regiment to reinforce them. Tell them Carson Street is gone, but Three-Fork Road must be held. Otherwise, the entire line will