Hilveld looked at the crystal in her hand, just about to speak.
But at that moment, a brilliant light caught the eyes of several people—
...
Even with a common language, people often find it hard to convince each other—
As the crystal army descended entirely, despair spread like rolling tides, the defense line disappeared segment by segment, and looking around the battlefield felt as if enemies surrounded on all sides. In the darkness, white light occasionally rose, and one team, then two teams, dimmed from the communication channel.
Everything seemed irreparable; people first thought about not uniting, but arguing at this final juncture.
"Retreat, retreat, where can they retreat to? Behind us is the Grey Forest, can we last a moment longer there compared to here? Holding this line means holding our last chance. If it falls, we're all finished; it's merely a difference between dying sooner or later— I think these cowards are just scared, a bunch of spineless opportunists!"
