Amid the violent tremors of collapse, the battlements shed clouds of ashen dust.
Fire, brimstone, and the rust of dried blood mingle in the air, assaulting every being on the battlefield—angels, the Living Dead, demons, and humans alike.
Not just angels, but and the Living Dead, too—and far more than we anticipated... Our intel was wrong. There's no way we can take this fortress with our current forces!
Between the cracks of crumbled walls, chunks of flesh once "embedded" within begin to stir like thawing maggots, tearing free from their iron bonds and crawling toward the human forces.
This place is a vital stronghold for our next operation—we have to take it no matter what! This is humanity's shot at bringing down the Sanctuary! Everyone, follow me!
Just as the captain prepares to lead his soldiers into the charge, a hand moves to block their path.
Behind that person stands a young man wearing a bird-beaked mask and a woman carrying a Moon Umbrella.
Wait, you guys can't be...!
Glad to be of service to you.
Right, leave it to me.
Following Gray Raven's orders, Lilith leaps straight toward the angel forces while Wanshi moves into the ranks of the undead.
The scent of living flesh stirs the undead into a frenzy. Phosphorescent flames flicker to life in their rotting eye sockets as guttural hisses escape their throats, and their hunched forms twist into inhuman angles as they close in from all sides.
Seven hundred twenty, DuPont, the brave enslaved... Seven hundred twenty-one, Arkady, betrayer of friends...
Choosing not to dodge, he only murmurs, granting forgiveness and eternal rest to every undead soul within his reach.
The flame within the lantern suddenly blazes brighter—a tamed, precise form of death.
Seven hundred seventy-seven, pitiful nameless ones, blind followers of fate... I forgive you all. Sleep now, sleep.
The count continues, and the fallen Living Dead pile up to form a path leading toward the central tower.
Flesh... FLESH!
So how much longer are you going to keep hiding?
After cutting down the angel before her, Famine spins around and hurls a playing card at the fortress wall.
Ugh... Die...!
The space where the card struck begins to warp and twist, gradually revealing several grotesque "angels" clinging to the fortress wall.
Roger that!
Three angels dive down from above, saliva dripping from their split maws as pale talons slash toward the seemingly fragile figure below.
Die! Blood! Flesh!
Even as Lilith nods to acknowledge the human soldiers, the tip of her umbrella traces three barely visible silver arcs through the air and strikes with precision at the heads of the charging angels.
Three dull thuds echo as blood sprays forth. Three massive bodies seize mid-flight before crashing to the ground like overripe fruit.
Blood! Flesh! Die!
Hm?
Another angel, seemingly enraged by its companions' deaths, abandons its immediate targets and comes charging from the side with a thunderous roar, its bloated form stirring up a putrid gale.
Bam!
Gunfire erupts, and the angel lunging at Lilith drops instantly. A towering figure—the knight known as War—stands positioned at the breach in the crumbling wall.
Behind him stands a steel phalanx of rifles—the Iron Army forged from humanity itself.
Sorry, gotta evacuate civilians in the area first.
Copy that! Taco, round up our guys. We're mopping the place up!
Roger that, sir!
Everyone, follow my lead!
Commandant, it looks like the moment is right.
Famine calls out, urging the human forces to advance.
Gray Raven advances along the path the Horsemen have carved out, making their way toward the towering spire.
Sensing the shift in the battle's tide, the angels abandon their vigil and swarm toward Gray Raven, intent on crushing the very heart of the rebellion.
Bloodsworn! Flesh and blood!
Shrieking and piling upon one another, the angels gradually coalesce into a pale form reminiscent of both a towering giant and a piercing mass of spikes.
What... in the world is this thing?
You ugly freak—get the hell out of my way!
A crimson flash cuts through the air as the Death Knight raises her lance, obliterating the bizarre mass with a single devastating blow.
You're in my own, li'l buggies!
The demon's blade and flame form an insurmountable wall of death, standing as an absolute barrier between Gray Raven and the tide the angels have formed.
The unrelenting pain coursing through the Death Knight's body has become her constant source of clarity and fierce intensity.
Those bastards at the base of the tower have been taken care of!
No matter what enemies strike, no matter what allies fight beside them, Gray Raven presses onward—toward the tower, toward that crimson sky...
Ascending stairs of corpses and seas of blood, Gray Raven reaches the summit of the fortress's central tower. The sounds of battle below grow ever fainter—soon, this war will draw to a close.
Glad to see you here, Commandant.
The peak has been swept clean of all resistance. Lilith produces a gray-white banner and holds it toward Gray Raven.
Savor the glory and victory that are rightfully yours.
<size=40>Sinful and bloody is the path, steeped in sorrow and rage.</size>
<size=40>With this banner, Gray Raven shall proclaim—with this banner, humanity shall proclaim.</size>
<size=40>The final rebellion begins now. Everyone is ready to give the last fight their all.</size>
<size=40>Then cry out, and seek—</size>
The final step toward freedom.
