Despair, like a cold venomous snake, coiled around her heart, tightening more and more.
The port area was already in chaos. Several docks had completely collapsed, and burning shipwrecks floated on the sea, with thick smoke obscuring the sky.
The new aquatic Bug Race seemed endless, even beginning to attempt climbing the port area's defensive walls.
On the coast, the orcs' clamor reached its peak, as if they found the "great entertainment" before them utterly thrilling. No longer satisfied with long-range projection, more green skins began boarding ragged landers, attempting to forcibly storm the beach and join the feast of destruction.
The city defense army and navy were exhausted and scattered, with their firepower seriously divided, and the defense line was about to crumble.
The temporary command center in the parliament building had fallen into dead silence.
All communication channels brought bad news or were completely interrupted with busy tones.
