'...Horrible.'
Viktor reached the top of the wall and looked out. This was the total, apocalyptic onslaught of monsters that Lucien had warned them about. Facing that tidal wave directly, everything seemed pitch black. The air itself smelled like inevitable death.
The crumbling, patched barrier. The exhausted penal soldiers and freezing knights. The enemy's highly competent, hidden commander successfully bleeding out their tactics over the past week.
All of it was delivering a grave, undeniable sentence of defeat to Viktor.
'...Haha. Well, good.'
Viktor let out a dark, grim laugh. It was a kind of detached, euphoric sensation that only seasoned warriors felt before a final stand.
