Arthur fell silent, then picked up the communicator and asked.
"How's the battle going, Gawain?"
After the harsh sound of static, Gawain's voice came through. He sounded calm, extremely dependable amidst the howls of the demons.
Gawain was that type of person. Rather than a knight, he was more like a simple soldier, simply executing every command of his commander.
"Still under control. The enemy is mostly ordinary demons. Although they are numerous, with our current firepower, we have a slight advantage. As long as we maintain this, we can annihilate the enemy."
This was a rare piece of good news; the defense line had not been breached.
"What about Percival?"
"I am approaching the research zone. The demons are blocking the road. We are struggling to clear the way."
The communicator buzzed with the sound of demons roaring and gunfire. The usually unreliable Percival became unusually dependable at crucial moments. Arthur looked at the others and continued.
