"Black Tide, you don't want this wall to be breached, do you? Get out here!"
Above the Silent Spiral, the sun blazed in the sky, smoke soared from the ground, flames raged unchecked, and death blossomed everywhere. Every moment saw clashes of steel and flesh, with magic and life tugged at each other endlessly. Nearly a hundred thousand people battled around the massive vine city, and from above, they looked like mere trash.
The Black Tide bishop walked up the wall, seeing nothing but a deluge of bullets. There was no time to discern whether it was flame or frost, gun bullets or cannonballs; all he saw was endless Killing Intent battering Miracle City like a torrential storm.
