Outside the city, ammunition and supplies had run out, and everyone was exhausted.
Although the spatial rift had closed, a million monsters still roamed the lands of Mondstadt.
With their ammunition depleted, the people could only take up their weapons and fight the monsters head-on.
But Mondstadt City's forces had been outnumbered to begin with. How could they possibly hold out after eleven hours of fighting had left them utterly exhausted?
Everyone knew this was the final wave, but they also understood that their strength alone was no longer enough to withstand its onslaught.
The horror of this disaster far surpassed the one five hundred years ago. The monsters' numbers and ferocity exceeded everyone's expectations.
Had they not stockpiled so many shells beforehand, Mondstadt City probably would not have lasted even two hours.
As they stared at the endless, seething mass of monsters, everyone felt as though a boulder weighed on their hearts, leaving them so desperate they could barely breathe.
Inside the city, the Rifthounds' attacks continued.
Albedo, Klee, and Sucrose were still rushing from place to place, fighting the enemy.
Countless citizens hid in their homes, trembling with fear.
The Orphanage
As the place with the largest concentration of people currently inside the city, it had become the Rifthounds' primary target.
A full forty Rifthounds had appeared there.
Inside the Orphanage, over a hundred children huddled in the dining hall under the nuns' protection, trembling. Many sobbed in terror.
Outside the gates
More than a dozen Rifthounds had already been slain.
Fischl's eyepatch had fallen off, and a stark trail of blood ran from her forehead to her chin.
Noelle's hair was disheveled, her armor cracked, and her skirt in tatters.
Her breathing was ragged, but she still gritted her teeth and held on, gripping her greatsword