These magical beasts gathering together had already formed an absolutely terrifying fighting force.
Quinn had even felt that, put together, they could flatten the entire city beneath their feet.
Luke's expression didn't change. After hearing Quinn's report, he stood and relayed the same information to every soldier present.
Instantly, the camp erupted into an uproar.
Earlier, Cithria had already finished counting the city's forces.
At present, Edessa had 5,500 city guards, 450 Kingdom Rangers, and 40 Dauntless Vanguard trainees.
On paper, Edessa seemed to have the numbers.
But this wasn't an army-versus-army battle.
What they were about to face was a legion of magical beasts—creatures born stronger than humans.
As the soldiers buzzed with noise, Luke raised a hand and calmly swept his gaze across them.
He didn't say a word, yet within a few seconds the men below gradually quieted down anyway.
Then Luke spoke loudly.
"A beast tide is coming for us. A harsh battle awaits.
A natural disaster is unavoidable. All we can do is stop it before it reaches us.
The more dangerous the moment, the more we must stand together.
Right now, tens of thousands of civilians in this city rely on us to protect them. For their sake, we hold the line until the last moment—no matter what!
I will fight beside you.
For Demacia!"
For warriors like these, he didn't need to give some long, elaborate speech.
Even facing a catastrophe Edessa had never seen before, not one soldier down there showed fear.
"For Demacia!"
Luke raised his arm, and the soldiers roared back as one. The shout rolled over Edessa like thunder.
There wasn't much time left until the beast tide arrived.
Luke immediately began assigning forces.
Edessa had six entrances. Two of them faced the direction the beast tide would arrive from, so those had to be reinforced heavily.
Luke ordered Quinn and Cithria to each take two thousand troops to hold those two main gates, with fifteen Vanguard trainees assigned to support the fighting at each.
The other entrances were given five hundred soldiers each to prevent surprises, each commanded by three Vanguard trainees.
Once everything was positioned, they began other preparations.
On the city wall, Luke stared silently toward the hunting forest. Even with distance still between them, he could already feel a restless agitation in the air.
Along the wall stood soldier after soldier, bows in hand, faces stern.
The sun had set and darkness was thickening. Fires burned at multiple points along the wall to provide light.
Everyone watched the same direction. In a moment like this, no one could avoid feeling the pressure.
Tension spread like smoke.
Luke glanced once toward the capital and muttered, "Hope it's in time."
Twenty minutes later…
"Bzzzz… bzzzz…"
A deep buzzing rumble rolled in from far away. As it grew louder, the ground began to tremble lightly beneath their boots.
Then, from the forest, a vast black shadow surfaced.
What burst out of that shadow was a stampeding mass of frenzied beasts—terrifying in momentum. Their roars stacked together into something deafening.
They churned up dust so thick it looked like it swallowed half the sky. Like a living wave, they surged forward, and the closer they came, the harder the earth shook.
Even hardened soldiers on the walls couldn't help widening their eyes in shock.
There were too many.
This looked like far more than Quinn's estimate of two thousand—just a dense, endless carpet.
"Prepare for battle!" Luke roared.
"Prepare for battle!"
"Prepare for battle!"
The shout echoed down the wall, and every soldier snapped into a fully focused fighting stance.
"ROAR!"
The beasts drew closer. In the face of a legion of massive magical beasts, everyone felt their own smallness in their bones.
But no one flinched.
Luke lifted his bow, eyes icy, picked out one that was roaring the loudest, and drew the string to its limit.
Then he released.
Whip!
The silver arrow became a streak of light, and in full view of everyone—
It punched straight through a beast's skull.
The creature dropped, but the beast tide was too huge for one death to matter.
Its body was trampled into mush as the stampede ran straight over it.
Still, Luke's clean, decisive shot raised morale.
"Fire!"
"Stop the beast tide!!"
"Defend Edessa!"
As the beasts entered range, the wall's archers raised their bows without hesitation.
Whip—whip—whip!
In the next instant, a storm of arrows rose into the night and fell onto the beast tide, announcing the battle's beginning.
Inside the fortifications, massive pre-prepared ballistae were already aimed.
Their heavy bolts launched—each one nearly guaranteed to take a beast's life.
The tide didn't slow.
The smell of blood only made them more violent.
Luke loosed arrow after arrow. He didn't miss, not once—
And still the sea of beasts kept coming.
When the beasts closed further, Edessa's preparations kicked in.
Hundreds of fire arrows streaked down, igniting the oil that had been set.
Boom!
Flames exploded to life, lighting the night.
Some beasts shrieked as they burned, but many more charged straight through the rising wall of fire as if it wasn't there.
A minute later, the beast tide finally reached the base of the wall.
Savage roars shook the air at point-blank range.
But the towering wall halted their advance—at least for now. The heavy gates were sealed tight, taking hit after hit from the beasts' bodies.
And then—
From the sky, hundreds of birds descended.
They dove at the soldiers on the wall, attacking while the archers fired below.
Everyone's heart jumped.
Were flying creatures migrating with the beast tide too?
There wasn't time to think. A beast tide itself was already unnatural.
Luke raised his bow and started shooting the birds out of the air.
"Your Highness! The gate's about to break!"
A soldier rushed up with the report.
Luke looked at the tide. Among the mass were truly powerful beasts—together their impact was like a siege engine ramming the gate.
The gate took blow after blow, and it finally began to fail.
Luke moved toward it and shouted, "Hold your positions!"
Then—
Boom!
The gate burst open with a crack, the gap tearing wider and wider as beasts flooded in like madness.
Behind the gate, two thousand soldiers were already braced, faces solemn. Staring at one snarling beast after another, none of them showed fear.
Inside the city were tens of thousands of civilians with no combat ability.
If this line broke, it meant tens of thousands would be torn apart by the tide.
The slaughter would be unimaginable.
So they could not yield.
The fighting erupted instantly.
The two thousand soldiers formed an unbreakable defensive line.
The front rows were heavy shield troops, their massive shields locked together.
Demacia's resources were rich, and the kingdom produced a metal called Demacian steel—armor and shields forged from it were nearly unbreakable, and weapons made from it were devastatingly sharp.
Those shield troops were like a solid wall, a second gate.
Even strong magical beasts couldn't punch through easily.
Behind them, rows of ranged troops fired continuously into the beasts pouring in.
The beasts wouldn't retreat.
The soldiers wouldn't retreat either.
A brutal, grinding defense had begun.
Quinn's "two thousand" had been conservative.
Looking at the beasts at the walls now, the number was far beyond that.
When one gate couldn't be broken quickly, the tide spread outward.
Soon, another report arrived.
"Your Highness! South gate is under attack—requesting support!"
"North gate is under attack—requesting support!"
The tide was shifting toward the weaker gates.
Luke immediately ordered one thousand troops pulled from the main gate forces, split and sent to reinforce both sides.
Then, as time passed—
"Your Highness! The rear entrances are under attack—requesting support!"
More requests followed.
Even the back gates were being hit.
If you could widen your view, you'd see it clearly:
Edessa was surrounded on all sides by frenzied magical beasts.
At this point, calling it "migration" was a lie.
This was a siege.
And now Luke was certain.
This wasn't a natural disaster.
This was man-made.
And it was almost certainly the Shadow God cult's work.
To drive a beast tide of this scale… what kind of power did the cult actually have?
Luke didn't waste time thinking. He ordered another thousand troops redirected to reinforce the two rear entrances as well.
Edessa, being a central city, had many entrances because people came from every direction.
Now those entrances became attack points.
Nearly six thousand troops were spread across six locations.
Against a beast tide this massive, they suddenly looked thin.
And the soldiers holding the gates also had to endure flying beasts attacking from above.
The front shield line was beginning to show signs of strain.
Luke immediately shouted, "Spread out! Form squads—fight as units!"
At his command, the shield troops broke into ten-man teams, forming a new style of defense line.
But with the "second gate" broken apart, beasts slipped in deeper, lunging at any human they saw.
Luke drew a long blade.
A dozen soldiers stayed at his sides—protecting him while fighting with him.
Quinn, Cithria, Frey, Vayne, and Yurna were all contributing their strength in the defense.
A half-horned rhino charged Luke, huge enough to crush him into the dirt.
Luke gripped his sword, gathered wind into the blade, and released a powerful Unrivaled sword intent.
As the rhino closed, Luke swung with everything he had.
A gale exploded outward.
Sword-light flashed—several times—and deep cuts opened across the rhino's body. It howled and collapsed.
Seeing their prince's strength, nearby soldiers felt their spirits surge. Morale rose again.
Then Luke's mind screamed with warning.
He shouted without hesitation, "Scatter!"
The soldiers moved instantly, breaking apart.
Luke used his footwork and shifted away in a burst.
The next second—
BOOM!
A spell packed with violent energy detonated exactly where he had been standing.
"A mage!"
"A mage has joined the battle!"
"Protect His Highness!"
The air reeked of magic. It was unmistakable.
Soldiers cried out and started scanning for the caster.
Luke was already staring in one direction.
From within the city, a group of cloaked figures walked forward.
Seeing those familiar cult cloaks, Luke narrowed his eyes.
Many of them held staves, their bodies radiating an unsettling aura.
About sixty of them.
And from their presence alone, it was clear—
These were the Shadow God cult's core fighters.
When the beast tide hit, opening the gates had been unavoidable to protect the people outside.
And these cultists had used that moment to slip into the city.
Even Luke couldn't prevent that.
Quinn, Vayne, Frey, Yurna, and the soldiers all saw the cultists and felt a wave of danger.
The situation sharpened again.
The four women and many soldiers started moving toward Luke to support him—
But the cultists struck first.
Several dark spells slammed in, and then more than twenty figures rushed out, blocking Yurna and the soldiers.
Each of them looked Dauntless-level.
For a moment, no one could get close to Luke.
The remaining cultists closed in around him.
"Heh… heh… heh…"
At the front was a figure in a cloak patterned with tangled black and red, holding a wooden staff. He laughed in a harsh, grating sound and slowly pulled his hood down.
"Your Highness. It's been a long time."
Under the hood was an old, gaunt face—wrinkled, dried, and hollow.
That "long time" nearly made Luke short-circuit.
He stared at the old man's face for a while, couldn't place him at all, and finally asked, "Who are you?"
Elder Dande's grin widened. He didn't care that Luke clearly didn't remember him. "We met in the capital once. But it seems you've forgotten."
Luke frowned. He had zero memory of this guy.
Why would he waste brain space remembering some random old man?
Above them, the moon had risen high, glowing softly—except now it carried a faint red tint.
Elder Dande didn't waste time. He began chanting.
Black light flickered along his wooden staff.
Luke felt danger radiating off it.
He didn't hesitate.
He launched into motion—leaping up and, under the stunned stares of the cultists, seemed to fly, snapping up onto a roof beam in one smooth burst.
Elder Dande narrowed his eyes, still chanting, and raised his staff as Luke sprinted away.
Thum. Thum. Thum.
Several dull pulses sounded as black orbs—ghostlike—shot after Luke at high speed.
Luke's sixth sense screamed warnings. He glanced back and saw the spell-orbs already overtaking his line.
Forced, he changed direction mid-run.
BOOM!
One orb smashed down and blasted a hole in the roof.
Then another.
And another.
Explosions hammered the building—walls, floors—leaving crater after crater.
The damage was clearly high.
And it didn't look like Elder Dande was trying to kill Luke outright—he was sealing off escape routes.
More cultists surged in again, trying to box Luke in.
Nearby, city soldiers and Yurna's group tried to push through for support, but beasts and cultists tangled them up. They couldn't break free.
Worse—those beasts seemed able to "recognize" targets.
They attacked only the soldiers on Luke's side.
That alone proved it: the beast tide was the cult's handiwork.
Luke weaved through attacks with fluid precision, every strike barely missing him as he slipped away at the perfect moment.
Then he activated his Righteous Aura protection. His presence turned sharp and upright, and paired with his graceful movement, he toyed with the surrounding cultists like they were children—almost making it look effortless.
And even while dodging and countering, Luke still had the mood to ask questions.
"So you've been watching me for a long time, huh?"
Elder Dande watched his underlings press Luke back and felt confident enough to answer calmly, "Correct. Prince. All of this was prepared for you."
Luke's eyes flickered.
He slashed wind blades that cut open space in front of him, forcing cultists back, and thought quickly.
Earlier in the day, that cultist had said, Didn't think you'd deliver yourself to me.
That line had already felt wrong.
And now the cult had mobilized their high-end forces just to take Luke—yet they didn't seem to want him seriously injured.
Their intent was obvious.
There was something about Luke—something they needed.
Judging by this old man, Luke had probably been targeted since the moment he arrived in the capital.
So all the strange incidents in Edessa really had been the Shadow God cult's work?
Looks like he'd guessed right.
Good thing he'd prepared. Otherwise this old bastard really might've screwed him.
Elder Dande spoke evenly. "Prince, I advise you to stop struggling. Come with us. You won't be hurt, and we won't take your life."
"No matter how you fight, you won't change the ending. Why not choose the easier path?"
He stood there with quiet authority, dripping with confidence.
Luke almost laughed.
If he went with them, "nothing will happen" was the biggest lie imaginable.
He accelerated, flashed back to widen distance, and gathered wind into his blade, his aura turning sharp.
"You really think you've got me?"
As he spoke, his Unrivaled sword intent surged.
He swung—
And a towering tornado, several meters high, exploded outward with the slash.
The gale slammed into the cultists, catching them off guard. The spinning wind was sharp as blades—touch it and you bled.
It blasted several cultists back. Some were wounded. One was dragged into the vortex, screamed once, and died on the spot.
The sudden tornado shocked everyone.
Soldiers stared, stunned that their prince's swordsmanship could command the wind like that.
Elder Dande narrowed his eyes, surprised.
This prince's strength didn't match the intelligence he'd gathered.
Back in the capital, Elder Dande had quietly observed him.
Not too deeply—so as not to raise suspicion.
And honestly, this prince hadn't required much observation.
He'd lay down in that pathetic courtyard and stay there all day, doing nothing.
He'd done that for two months.
How strong could he possibly be?
After Luke arrived in Edessa, the Wraith Cave incident showed Elder Dande something else: Luke had multiple powerful protectors around him—
Like Yurna and the others now tied up.
Elder Dande had thought that once he controlled those guards, he could capture the prince easily.
But now Luke's capability was beyond his expectations.
That flexible movement… and that strange wind-sword technique…
All of it said one thing:
This prince was at least Dauntless-level.
Still, that alone wasn't enough to panic.
Because no matter how you looked at it—
The advantage was his.
"Fine," Elder Dande said coolly. "Then we'll have to rough you up a bit."
He lifted a hand. Several archbishops and deputy bishops moved in as well.
Luke could feel danger from them, but he wasn't afraid. He scanned them and suddenly asked, "Is your cult really this small?"
That question stabbed straight into Elder Dande's wound.
His face turned iron-black with rage as he glared at Luke.
To trigger this beast tide, he had sacrificed ninety-nine cultists—true believers, loyal to the end.
And he had used three sacred relics:
Two doses of Kliver's Tooth Powder scattered across the hunting forest—
And a Kliver's Eyeball.
These relics were things he had forged over forty years, gathering dark power piece by piece.
And for this operation, he'd used all of them.
Then this prince robbed his base in one sweep, leaving the cult—finally grown—nearly ruined again.
Elder Dande stared at Luke retreating and dodging, and said coldly, "Prince, sometimes recognizing reality is the smarter choice."
To Elder Dande, the outcome was practically guaranteed.
Even if the soldiers held the beasts back, it would take time.
And in that time, he could capture the prince.
Once he did, he'd make sure to torture him first—vent his hatred properly.
Surely the Shadow God wouldn't blame him.
Thinking that, Elder Dande's mood improved. A cruel smile pulled at his mouth.
Then—
Something changed.
From outside the city came constant howls of beasts dying—one after another—like heavy bodies collapsing.
A unit surged through the gate like a blade carving through meat.
Their presence was overwhelming—like a spear honed to the sharpest point, unstoppable.
Elder Dande's expression shifted.
And then he saw a tall man swinging a greatsword at him.
Elder Dande raised his staff to block—
But he was still blasted backward several meters by the impact.
Staring at the man, Elder Dande's eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Dauntless Vanguard… Garen?"
Garen wore silver-white armor. He lifted his greatsword, pointing it straight at Elder Dande.
"Mages. Drop your weapons."
Elder Dande and the cultists couldn't keep calm anymore.
And Edessa's soldiers, seeing reinforcements arrive, lit up with excitement.
"It's the Dauntless Vanguard! Garen Crownguard is here!"
"This is great!"
"Counterattack! It's time to counterattack!"
"Why did they arrive so fast?!"
That last question was exactly what Elder Dande wanted to scream.
Or rather—why was the Dauntless Vanguard even here?
Their headquarters was in the capital.
Even at their speed, getting here should take at least three days.
And this wasn't some tiny detachment.
Looking out, the Vanguard reinforcements were dense—at least three hundred.
The Dauntless Vanguard had only 2,048 soldiers in total.
They were divided into sixteen companies. Each company had sixteen shield formations. Each formation had eight soldiers.
By the looks of it, at least three companies had been deployed.
What could possibly justify sending three companies?
Elder Dande couldn't wrap his mind around it. Instinctively, he looked at Luke.
Luke met his gaze and gave him a sweet, harmless smile.
"Surprised? Didn't expect it?"
Now the cultists were being slowly surrounded by the Vanguard.
Elder Dande immediately chanted, releasing energy from his staff to form a barrier that protected him and the remaining cultists.
His followers lifted their staves too, pouring their energy into the barrier.
Garen roared and slammed his greatsword into it.
The barrier didn't budge.
Several Vanguard soldiers struck together—still nothing.
But it wasn't a real problem.
That barrier required energy. It was only a matter of time before it collapsed.
Garen looked around and ordered, "Suppress the beasts first."
At once, part of the Vanguard peeled away, moving into the city to break the beast tide.
Dozens remained to keep the cultists surrounded, their heavy blows hammering the barrier over and over.
With enough dark energy fed into it, the barrier still held.
But the situation had reversed.
Now the ones trapped were the cultists.
Luke looked at Elder Dande and returned his own words.
"Old man—sometimes recognizing reality is the smarter choice."
Elder Dande's eyes went cold. "So you arranged for the Dauntless Vanguard to be waiting. Prince, I underestimated you. When did you discover the Shadow God cult?"
To him, there was only one explanation:
Luke had discovered the cult long ago and hidden the Vanguard here in advance—setting a trap to wipe them all out.
Luke answered, "This afternoon."
Elder Dande clearly didn't believe it. "Impossible. If you only learned of us this afternoon, how could you set an ambush?"
Luke looked genuinely puzzled. "You're the ones who came to me. I figured I'd invite the Vanguard out here for a little vacation, and you picked the perfect timing to start trouble. Worked out great."
Elder Dande froze.
Luke didn't seem to be lying—yet that made it worse.
If Luke hadn't known, then why the hell would he call in this many Vanguard soldiers?
Elder Dande didn't believe it, but he believed even less that the cult could have been exposed.
He'd hidden for years without being found.
How could some lazy prince calculate everything so perfectly?
Why?
His thoughts churned until he suddenly said, "Three days ago—the Wraith Cave?"
If Luke wasn't lying, that had to be it.
Luke called them here because of the Wraith Cave.
Luke nodded. "Correct."
Elder Dande blinked again. "Why? Didn't you already eliminate it?"
For a cave already cleared—and a black mage—
You mobilized three companies of the Dauntless Vanguard?
Every Vanguard soldier was elite—at minimum Dauntless-level.
And you called three companies for a single cave?
Elder Dande couldn't understand it.
Luke smiled. "Because I didn't feel safe."
Elder Dande's face went blank.
Just because you didn't feel safe—
You dragged three Vanguard companies out here?
Wasn't that… ridiculously reckless?
Wasn't that… just boredom with extra steps?
Elder Dande suddenly felt his mind falling apart.
None of this prince's behavior made sense.
Why did he never follow logic?
Why?!
Elder Dande wanted to spit blood.
Seeing the old bastard's expression—like he'd swallowed something disgusting—Luke looked smug as hell, embodying the very definition of a spoiled royal brat.
My dad is the king. I do what I want.
Honestly, Luke had originally wanted to call in half the Vanguard.
At the start, he truly hadn't known this "cult" existed.
When he first arrived in Edessa, the readings he'd pulled gave him a bad feeling, and the sense of being watched was strange.
Then the Wraith Cave incident made it obvious something was wrong.
A city this close to the capital shouldn't have been hiding a wraith cave of that scale without it being purged.
That alone screamed "problem."
Even after Luke destroyed the wraiths in the cave, he still didn't feel safe.
From a "foreknowledge" perspective, he could tell the situation wasn't that simple.
At first, what worried him was the scarecrow—Fiddlesticks.
As far as Luke knew, the first of the Ten Great Demons was sleeping somewhere in Demacia, and could wake at any time.
That was why Luke felt unsafe.
Later, the carved skull proved there was a black mage behind things.
From Luke's perspective, even if it wasn't Fiddlesticks, anything capable of creating a wraith cave like that was a serious threat.
So the moment he got back to the city, he wrote two letters.
One was a request to replace personnel, sent to Tiana.
The other—a precautionary request—went to the Dauntless Vanguard commander, Lev.
Vanguard soldiers were the best of the best.
If you gave them the problem, you could sleep easy.
Luke's original plan was to let the Vanguard handle it once they arrived.
But before they did, he uncovered the Shadow God cult.
And this old man chose to make his move at the perfect time—right before the Vanguard arrived.
So there was no helping it.
This was basically begging Luke to rack up achievements.
Luke's mouth curled with satisfaction.
And seeing that smile, Elder Dande's chest flooded with irrational rage.
He was about to explode.
He had sacrificed so many followers—was he really going to lose because of something this stupidly simple?
No.
Absolutely not.
A gust swept through the city.
The sky's abnormal phenomenon finally manifested.
The moon, normally pale, became stained with deep red.
Red light soaked the world, turning everything eerie.
The Blood Moon had arrived.
Blood-red moonlight poured down into the barrier, bathing Elder Dande and his cultists.
He immediately felt energy surge inside him—power blooming.
At last, he could support himself until the Blood Moon.
Of course he dared to assault Edessa directly—he had prepared for this.
Everyone around—including Luke—felt the change inside the barrier.
"Prince—this isn't over!"
Elder Dande's voice rose, excitement sharpening it.
Madness crept into his eyes as he lifted his staff high and began chanting a harsh, incomprehensible spell.
Dark energy spiraled out, forming twisted patterns like writing etched into the air.
Then—
A cultist beside him collapsed.
Then another.
Then another.
Dozens fell.
Something seemed to be torn from their bodies and poured into the spell.
With Elder Dande's release, the barrier exploded outward—an energy shockwave that hurled the surrounding Vanguard soldiers back.
Even Luke, at a distance, felt the force like a giant hand slamming into him, driving him back several steps.
Luke stared at the bodies on the ground and understood: this old man was using some kind of sacrificial magic.
No hesitation—he sacrificed his own people instantly.
Brutal.
At the same time, under the Blood Moon's red glow, the besieging beasts became even more violent, even stronger.
In the sky, hundreds of flying magical beasts surged deeper into the city—
Toward where the civilians were gathered.
Using that opening, Elder Dande led his remaining followers in a rapid retreat out of the city.
"Stop the flyers first!" Luke ordered immediately.
Garen nodded at once and took his men after the airborne beasts.
If those enraged fliers were left alone, casualties would be inevitable.
Meanwhile Luke used his footwork and went after Elder Dande.
Yurna, Vayne, Frey, Quinn, and a dozen Vanguard soldiers followed.
"Prince—you can't stop me!"
Elder Dande's body was coated in red-black energy. Without even chanting, he flung a spell-orb back at Luke.
Luke flashed aside, then surged with power and slashed—
A tornado roared out again, racing straight for Elder Dande.
Elder Dande raised his staff to block, and the sheer force made him secretly shocked at Luke's strength.
Then Luke stepped in and struck again.
Elder Dande—using only his body—was actually able to keep up with Luke's assault.
That wooden staff blocked strike after strike.
But as Luke's Unrivaled sword intent sharpened his speed and power, pressure piled up fast.
Elder Dande suddenly shouted—
A burst of force detonated through the staff.
The wood couldn't bear it. The staff snapped in half.
But the same burst knocked Luke back a short distance.
Two cultists immediately rushed in to entangle Luke.
Elder Dande seized the chance and fled faster.
Those two cultists were left to die.
By the time Luke cut them down, Elder Dande and the rest had vanished into the shadows.
"Did they get away?" Vayne asked, arriving after killing two cultists herself, eyes cold.
Luke glanced at the broken staff, picked it up, and said, "They won't. Not long-term. For now, we go back. We deal with the beast tide first."
The beast tide still wasn't fully resolved. Luke wasn't willing to chase with only this small group.
But with the reinforcements, even the Blood Moon's boost didn't turn the tide back into a true crisis.
More than three hundred Dauntless Vanguard soldiers spread across multiple directions.
Working together, they finally brought the beast tide under control.
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