Before the tide, the lives of living beings were no different from blades of grass. With only the slightest change in the tide, droves of creatures lost their lives as though they had no power to resist at all.
Wails rang without end outside Hippo Ancient City. Bloody palms slapped against the city gates, still trying to squeeze through the cracks, but Hippo Ancient City had already begun firing incendiary shells. These burning artillery shells, untouched by elements, were unquestionably the best option available.
The chaos of the elements caused cracks to repeatedly appear in Hippo Ancient City's protective barriers. Fortunately, these barriers had been created in ancient times. Though no one understood what kind of magic they were, they could barely preserve the lives within an entire city amid the Chaotic Tide.
The streets, bustling in ordinary days, fell silent in a single afternoon. All living beings stared blankly at the cracks constantly shattering across the sky. Behind those cracks lay pitch-black darkness, as though some kind of sauce were churning within it, and even more like the throat of the Devouring Serpent, filling all creatures with dread.
Every slave shop along the streets had long since lowered its banners and ceased its drums. Living beings pressed back to back in the narrow alleys, no longer daring to move even half a step.
The image displayed at the center of the city-state showed another great city-state.
Storm City, the largest Human Race city-state guarding the Wasteland, was the headquarters of the Storm Knights and belonged to the Brando Lineage.
This mighty force, famed across the Red Soil Continent, was now throwing off their helmets one by one, their hair loose and disheveled like madmen.
There was no helping it. Their faces were already covered in blisters, while corpses on