The roar of artillery was deafening.
On the city walls, many high-ranking members stood commanding with grim determination.
Those who were lucky only got a body full of snow and slightly impaired hearing.
The unlucky ones met with instant dismemberment!
Artillery shells, after all, do not discriminate.
"Look, someone's down there!"
It wasn't until Julius Reed approached the base of the walls that these disoriented members of Deep Cold took notice.
"Sound the alarm..."
Pft!
Before the leader could finish his sentence, Julius Reed stepped on the wall and leapt onto the ramparts!
In his hand, the Hellfire Sword—
Instantly unsheathed!
With a shadow streaking past.
A man's head hit the ground.
And then—
His body, consumed by Ghost Fire, turned to ash.
Not even bone fragments remained.
"An enemy invasion!"
The remaining members of Deep Cold on the wall were left dumbstruck.
Death was not frightening.
They lived by the blade, always ready to face death.
