Every Holy City guard was like a gear in a precision instrument, firmly fixed at their assigned post, utterly motionless.
Though most of them were not Chrysos Heirs, their equipment was exceptionally refined.
A faint radiance flowed along the edges of their shields, which were even engraved with Titan inscriptions.
The blades in their hands displayed flowing-water-like patterns beneath the light.
Their presence was as imposing as mountains.
Although they were fewer in number than the allied forces gathered from the various city-states, their overall aura steadily suppressed the enemy from atop the walls.
They were confident and composed.
Before that cold, majestic presence, the seemingly thunderous clamor of the allied forces appeared somewhat blustering and disorderly.
The smile on Elder Ladon's face gradually vanished.
It was replaced by unease.
What was with those people... putting on such an act?!
Just as the allied forces were intimidated by the sudden elite bearing displayed by Okhema's defenders, causing their offensive to stall—
Several figures slowly emerged from the highest observation platform atop the city wall, clearly appearing in the eyes of every attacker.
Yan Huan held a half-finished bottle of Wangzai Milk in his hand, leaning lazily against the railing as he looked around curiously.
"This is my first time being this close to the front. There are so many people here!"
Cipher sat on the railing to Yan Huan's left, still holding half a biscuit between her teeth.
"Huanzi, the oracle says you're the savior. Why don't you go down there and handle them by yourself?"
"That'd be way too uncool." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"Come on, I'm the biggest shot in the entire Holy City now. If I have to personally step in, doesn't that just prove you guys are useless?"
Cyrene stood quietly beside Yan Huan, curiously