"I won't go down without a fight!" Castor roared. "Rally to me!"
The ground trembled. Hundreds of Azothralls emerged from the ground and flew into the city.
All of them heeded their Master's call and clashed with the Infernals. They showed no fear, only an arrogance that matched the capability of their race.
Dozens of light beams streaked across the sky as the Airships unleashed their barrage to help their allies.
Thousands of Infernals also began moving. Their numbers was smaller than the combined might of the Defenders and the Rebel armies, but the quality of their fighters surpassed those of both sides.
Some of them descended into the city, while the rest flew toward the direction of the Airships and the Jinns who were now guarding them.
A drop of blood fell on Erasmus' face, making the Lord of Death smirk.
