The Sea Race, being relatively few in number, had spent the past six days fighting primarily from behind the Shield of the [Dragon Palace]. With their limited numbers, they could not match the NPCs and bosses one-for-one and simply couldn't afford a war of attrition.
"No! We can't leave!"
Hearing her subordinate's report and looking at her surrounding kin—their eyes bloodshot, their spirits clearly at their breaking point—the Sea Race's Emperor, Vanas, gritted her teeth and declared that they could not retreat.
Vanas, the Emperor of the Sea Race, had once been a stunning figure with a slender waist, a delicate face, and an extraordinary aura. But after these past few days of fighting, she had lost all her former grace. Her hair was a mess, her skin was scorched black, and she looked like a refugee from the battlefield. The members of the Sea Race around her were in much the same state.
