Every soldier atop the city walls was silently awaiting the beasts' arrival. "Hold your fire!" a commander shouted. "Don't waste arrows by hitting their shields!" He called out loudly as he paced along the walls, roaring at the soldiers repeatedly to prepare their bows. For the besieged city, procuring more supplies was impossible. With no materials coming in, they obviously couldn't create additional arrows.
Seeing the top-ranked beasts advancing, even the commander couldn't help but nervously swallow. Though the Saints were holding off on starting their attack, if the beasts' Saints weren't going to join the war, then neither would they. This meant that if these beasts fought without Saints, the majority of the experts on the walls would either die or suffer heavy injuries at the hands of these monsters. Considering this, the commander shook his head, watching the many beasts continuously approaching.
