'How did we even reach this day?' Hastan closed his eyes. No tears came, but the weight in his chest was almost unbearable.
He already knew the answer to his own question.
This was the day when the White Flame Empire, the empire that had stood tall for more than a century, that had unified the human continent and ushered in an age of peace, was facing extinction.
An empire that was counted among the Seven Pillars of the Unified Alliance was brought to its knees.
And now, its own Emperor was telling the people that the best they could do was resist long enough, so others could survive to see another day.
They couldn't even spare the energy for mass teleportation. Every ounce of mana, every scrap of stored crystal and mana stone, was being poured into the city's defense.
The last resources of the empire, including its people's lives, were all that stood between the demon forces and those who were trying to escape the clutches of death.
