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At the same time,
in the same country,
outside a remote small town in the southern part of the Dragon Abyss Empire, a three-hundred-meter abyssal rift appeared.
Beneath the pervasive red fog,
the town's defense corps, relying on the city walls, engaged in fierce battle with the oncoming demon tide.
Fire, frost, lightning, countless magic spells released, turning the area in front of the walls into a meat grinder of interwoven energies.
From time to time,
a particularly strong demonized beast would leap upon the walls, slaughtering a few unsuspecting defenders before being slain by the experts within the city.
Above the city wall,
a powerful individual stood in the void, gazing at the distant red mist with a frown.
He felt a faint sense of unease.
But the power of such a small town was insufficient to seal the abyssal rift.
The only option was to rely on the city walls to barely defend, and for the rest, they had to await reinforcements from higher-ups.
