The northern front.
Boom, boom, boom!
Tens of thousands of artillery shells flew across the battlefield. The northern front was not a single flat expanse, but a series of advantageous positions providing overlapping cover at different elevations.
Every hillside bristled with troops and heavy weapons, forming an effective defensive system across the rolling terrain.
The north was full of glaciers and treacherous peaks. Anyone seeking to enter the interior from the Far North had to cross them.
This was the only passage through the bottleneck. Everywhere else lay either a freezing sea or Sea Soul Beasts that lived upon it.
Now, countless Abyssal creatures surged like a tide against the Northern Legion's third defensive line.
Artillery fire from the rear covered the soldiers of the third line as they withdrew in orderly fashion toward the fifth.
Where the two sides clashed, gray streams of energy rose ceaselessly and drifted into the distance. They were Abyssal energy released by slain creatures.
Since its founding, the Northern Legion had never faced a war like this. Its soldiers had never encountered such tireless foes.
In an ordinary war, both sides paused to rest and regroup after a clash before fighting again. Stamina, after all, was finite.
But the Abyssal creatures' assault had not stopped for a moment since it began. They came without end, as though they could never be killed off.
They seemed to know neither pain nor fear. Such enemies were terrifying.
Just as the Northern Legion's soldiers were being battered to the point of questioning their own existence, two figures, one gold and one silver, descended from the sky.
Na'er was the first to charge into the Abyssal creatures.
The Golden Dragon Spear became a streak of golden light in her hands. Wherever its radiance passed, Abyssal creatures exploded in