The horns sounded.
Retreat.
The sounds of the horns cut through the last traces of chaos, and the battlefield that had once been a writhing mass of noise began to unravel.
From behind the fortress walls, voices rose in disbelief. Consortium soldiers who had been too scared to even look outside now crowded the battlements. Many gawked. Some muttered prayers they hadn't spoken in years.
They had been surrounded by the full might of the Fujimori. The outcome should have been certain. Deep down, they knew their end was near; it was time to greet the Goddess.
Even the brave soldiers who sallied out under the orders of Captain Rynne did so out of pure desperation and the desire to protect their loved ones behind the walls.
Yet the enemy was fleeing.
Their gazes turned to the figure hovering above the ramparts, to the man who had appeared uninvited and single-handedly changed the course of the battle. He created a miracle on this day.
He alone stood between them and annihilation.
