Scarlet. Everywhere.
The skies were engulfed in blazing red. The horizon swallowed in flames. Everywhere Anorah looked, she only saw red.
Her will still encased the whole city, flickering as Redflame attacks hammered at it. Each impact shook her core, sending jolts of pain through her body.
’I can’t keep this up.’
The Red flame army was almost upon them. Though their target was right ahead, they didn’t appear in a hurry. They marched slowly, chanting loudly, leaving scorched earth in their wake.
Anorah could feel the morale of the resistance waning as the seconds passed. The once hyped army had been reduced to clusters of clattering teeth and shaking limbs.
The only thing keeping the city together was her shield. One attack from a viscount level god would decimate the entire city.
"Raise your weapons!" Anorah raised her blade, its radiance bathing the city. "They’re almost upon us! We’d rather die fighting!"
Many picked themselves from rubble and corners, hesitantly gathering at the city’s edge once more. They shook the moment they saw how close the Redflames were.
"Saint!"
Anorah glanced down. The council members hovered below, each donned in gleaming armor, weapons drawn.
’At least they’re still here.’
The council members were a pain in the ass, but useful in moments like this. Their wills were firm, their eyes resolute.
"Where’s... he?" Lazio asked, glancing around. The others wondered the same.
Instinctively, Anorah looked toward the balcony, only to see it empty.
’Where did he go? Did he... abandon me?’
She quickly shook her head.
’He wouldn’t.’
Surviving this without Atticus was impossible. Rallying morale was one thing, surviving viscount-level Redflame armies was another.
She scanned the city and narrowed her eyes.
’He’s still here.’
What was he doing at the edge? He had gathered Magnus and the others. Was he trying to run?
Anorah clenched her fist.
’He wouldn’t.’
She reassured herself again, just as multiple crimson lights drew her gaze upward. Fiery attacks, larger than any previous, surged toward the city.
Anorah’s heart dropped immediately.
’Above middle rank.’
Her will wouldn’t withstand the concussive shock of these. Blocking them meant crippling herself. She couldn’t afford that.
She raised her arm and dissolved the shield around the city.
"Take cover!"
She roared as the attacks tore past her and crashed into the city. Waves of fire blasted out, sweeping across the streets.
The council members and many gods and champions took off into the sky, fleeing the blaze. Anorah did the same.
High above, she stared down as the entire city was engulfed in flames. It plummeted from the sky, crashing into the earth, blasting flaming debris across the horizon.
For a moment, the entire resistance watched in grim silence as the earth drowned in a thick haze.
Then came the march of the Redflames. The rumble of their unified chant.
In perfect unison, the Redflames halted, glaring up with blazing eyes. A dreadful silence settled, broken by a single voice.
"Attack."
The Redflames exploded upward in a blaze, arms bared, bodies engulfed as they surged toward the resistance.
A chorus of panic erupted, but Anorah’s glow shone, swallowing the sky. She raised her blade.

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