The Elves could throw their pride clear out of the atmosphere.
William was willing to abandon the future of the entire Gods Continent for Dawn City, for himself, and for everyone who trusted him.
Besides...
No one except Moxis knew what he was up to.
And he wanted to see what would happen if the World Tree truly drained the Mana Source dry. Would the Small World inside it become a real, full-sized world, one that could rival the World of Gods?
If he had a world that vast at his back, William was confident he could stand against anyone.
The war raged on.
Across the vast battlefield, the fighting had become a clash at close quarters.
Wave after wave of Elves reached the walls. Most were killed by the Dawn Warriors or driven back over the edge before they could gain a foothold.
In a battle to defend the walls like this,
Dawn City's Shield Warriors suffered terrible losses.
They stood in rows at the very front, facing Magic Cannon fire they had no way to withstand and one Elven charge after another.
But they could not retreat a single step.
Their home lay behind them. Even though their friends and families had been evacuated, none of them wanted to see it destroyed.
And it was this fight with no way back
that sent Dawn City's warriors rushing onto the walls, ready to face the coming enemy with the conviction that they might die there.
Blades flashed and swords clashed everywhere the eye could see.
The ring of steel against steel became a symphony.
Across the immense battlefield,
black smoke billowed.
Roars shook heaven and earth.
Blood flowed in rivers.
Bodies had long since piled into mountains.
People died everywhere on the walls. Limbs were hacked off everywhere, and