In this ruin, after the arrival of the "Silver Wing Ark," the immense energy has almost obliterated the main force of the allied forces, but scattered remnants still struggle fiercely.
They are pale, clad in tattered battle armor, with eyes full of fear and madness.
Under the suppression of David and the powerful spiritual power of the Witch Rider Corps and witches, this shaky, leaderless remnant of the allied forces is like a beast on the run, forced into despair one by one.
Hill stands amidst the smoke-filled area, clad in mottled, damaged armor, with his sword reflecting a dark red glow.
His face is covered in dried blood and dirt, yet his gaze remains sharp and resolute, like a sharp sword cutting through the enemy's last line of defense.
With each swing of his sword, he leads the Witch Rider Corps to relentlessly suppress the enemy's escape route, forcing them into a dead end.
