My puzzlement lasted only for a few frantic heartbeats. As I watched the shimmering air warp around us, I realised the terrifying truth: the illusionists weren't climbing the chariot at all. They were descending. The strange, silver rays pouring down from the World Gate high above weren't just decorative light—they were a bridge.
"Be on high alert! Above us!" I roared, sprinting toward the centre of the roof.
Previously, my main objective had been to act as a gatekeeper, preventing the tide of monsters from surging up the stairs. Now, the battlefield had flipped. I had to defend the roof from a vertical invasion.
"Fall back to me!" I mentally commanded ten of my Soulers, recalling them from the ground slaughter before re-summoning them directly onto the deck. "Scatter! Kill every silhouette that doesn't belong to us!"
