I was the first to see the scout.
While I scouted the silent government buildings next to the plaza on the other bank, his dead body drifting in the water, still grabbing the reeds by the bank.
It seems he never gave up trying to survive.
Not far from him, his journal lay quietly in a waterproof pouch, the last entry written just before his departure.
'I volunteered for this mission to deliver the SOS. I won't come back, whether I succeed or fail.'
'No one will survive.' (Crossed out)
His journal indicates that the defenders of Chetleigh are in dire straits.
See the crossing on the other side? The ferries have been sunk. Horn's squad has been completely cut off from the outside.
Two days ago, this soldier tried to cross the river under the cover of darkness, but was shot by the Sarkaz patrolling on the opposite bank.
There is no word from the troops that were garrisoned in the city hall.
The soldier's journal made me uneasy.
Twenty-three soldiers, two squads.
Other than the city hall, silent in the darkness, the rest of the buildings around the plaza have been reduced to smoldering ruins by artillery fire.
At least the tragedy hammers one thing: No one can truly escape death on the battlefield.
The Camus River runs to the east and north side of the plaza. The crossing to the east is under Sarkaz control. The lights coming from the south should be the Sarkaz camp.
They've holed up in the city hall for more than two weeks.
If the journal is accurate, the last bridge that connects the city hall to the residential district on the other side of the north bank was attacked no less than two days ago.
It's possible that they're cut off from all supplies.
Out of ammo, out of food.
What do we do?
If we have the time to worry about that here, we might as well just cross the river and see for ourselves.
We can't just cross without a plan, Hannah. If we're discovered—
Actually, Hannah's words made me think.
We've been unable reach Horn's squad by radio. Restoring communications is our first priority.
Me, Hannah, Morgan, and Dagda will swim across the river and see what the situation is inside city hall.
That's too dangerous, Vina!
You realize that we're the best people for this job. The only people for this job.
We're Rhodes Island operators. Small squad spec ops is our game. And we're Norport gangsters, who know how to get into a place and get back out again unnoticed.
We have a few volunteer soldiers and civilians who want to offer their support for the legendary Tempest Platoon. But there are only so many people we can bring...
We need people to stay behind for defense, with Lieutenant Shearer gone.
I hardly hear what Vina is saying.
Is this a bad joke by Trilby Asher? Or is this how the battlefield is?
The call for help, deciding whether to answer, and the sacrifices that must be made to help... the laws of the battlefield.
I know what you're thinking, Delphine.
There are personal sentiments involved, but I can't ignore the SOS.
They're good soldiers, and they'll be of help if they're still alive.
Alright... I trust your judgment.
Stay behind with these men, Delphine. We need to keep watch.
If you lose our signal, take them and get out of here.
Alright.
Come back alive.
Okay, we're on the bank. Keep your eyes out for any patrols.
Two Sarkaz standing guard at the crossing. One to Hannah's 3 o'clock, another in the building.
Roger.
Draw the attention of the first, and Hannah and I will do this together. Three... Two... One... go!
The light in the window goes out.
All is well?
Wait... a fowlbeast?
A black fowlbeast flies out of the hut at the crossing, flies a circle above, then heads towards the Sarkaz camp.
Vina!
An agile shadow leaps across the moonlight from the roof of the hut and grabs the fowlbeast.
Got it!
A military fowlbeast. You spooked it, Hannah.
Sorry, I didn't notice.
No sign of Sarkaz. To the city hall.
Lots of bodies on the plaza, but it's too dark to identify them. Ready to go in.
I see the bridge that connects the residential district, but the barricades on the other side of the bridge are blocking the view.
Go to the top of the city hall, try to get a better vantage.
Roger. Hm...
The entrance has been boarded up.
Over here. A gap has been blown in the west wall, wide enough for us to go in.
Good... do you see Horn's squad?
*Sarkaz profanity* What's that sound on this frequency? Who *Bzzzz—*
The signal goes silent.
I did not hear anything from them for the next ten minutes.
How many men in the building? What's the situation with the surrounded troops? Has Vina's group been discovered?
I'm completely in the dark.
Crouched in the dirt on the banks, I feel my heart beat harder with every throb.
The heartbeats merge into the river, resonating with the flow, growing faster and stronger—
I see you.
They've been discovered?
Someone's waving from the top of the building, the moon at her back. It's... Vina?
Siege here.
Horn, Tempest Platoon. Do you hear me?
We got your SOS. We've confirmed your location—the bridgehead at the residential district, on the other side.
We're coming to help.
'Bzzzzt— Bzzzzt—'
I hear cheers coming from the radio.
They did it.
Sorry about that. The men are excited for our first bit of support.
We should be able to talk normally now.
Horn, we can help your squad evacuate—
Thanks, but we're not evacuating. There's something in this town that the Sarkaz want, and they won't abandon their assault.
The nearest Victorian battalion that received our SOS will arrive within one week. We must guard the entrance until then, and ensure the safety of the survivors of Chetleigh.
*Radio noise*
We voted on this. The decision was unanimous.
Including... Misery. Much obliged.
Dead silence.
She sounded like she was talking about the weather.
A vote. On a battlefield, there are only two choices you get to vote for: Life, or death.
Vina seems lost in thought. What decision would I make? What decision would Mother make?
Then...
If you choose to gamble, I have an even bolder plan. Care to hear it?
I don't support Vina because she is the heir to the throne.
She's brave, competitive, hates losing.
Some would call her reckless.
But I count on her to get us there, to find a way out of hell.
I have to believe in her. I have to believe to get out of this hell.
I can't even bring myself to think about what happened that day.
Focus, Delphine. Focus.
The overwatch mission has ended. Time to meet up with them.
It's almost dawn. How go the preparations?
The windows and doors are being reinforced. Misery's been cleaning up enemy sentries.
I'll continue to keep a watch on the outskirts.
I'll get in touch if there are any changes at the camp.
Thank you, Misery.
We were supposed to meet up at Brentwood when we split up at Londinium. Why are you here at Chetleigh?
Misery noticed something unusual when we passed by. We got here in time to see a massacre, and we couldn't just walk away.
Are you sure you want me to be in charge? You're a professional soldier, Horn, and Delphine had elite military training.
I know what you guys did at the Mausoleum of Kings. You brought back that sword for us.
Just a piece of metal.
P-Piece of metal? It's Victoria's Realmblade...
Stop thinking about the Sighs of Kings. This might disappoint you, but it won't bring any miracles.
We're the only ones we can count on.
And it's enough.
You're right.
You've proven as much.
We don't have the personnel, condition or resources to implement complex tactics. What we need for the coming fight is courage and determination.
In the face of disaster, the human spirit is much more important than any legend or artifact.
Prove it, Siege.
...Alright.
Most of us are not professional soldiers. We'll just tell them to take the high ground and shoot any enemy that approaches.
The few of us here will form a response team to take out any Sarkaz that gets past.
Horn's squad will continue to defend the bridgehead position, create a fire zone.
They will continue to fend off the Sarkaz trying to get across the bridge, as per the original plan.
This building is the first line of defense. We'll be in the thick of things.
All we need to do is to defend one building. How hard can it be?
The Defense of Camus River—
Hey, that was what I was going to say! It would make a great movie.
Quiet, Hannah. Patrol approaching from 1 o'clock, hundred meters out. At the ready.
Shall we fire, Siege?
Vina's hands were trembling.
Excitement? Fear? Or both?
I do not know. My hands are cold, almost frozen.
Seven days.
Will the dukes' troops really come? What if we fail? What if more Sarkaz notice?
I kept going over the possibilities in my head.
Now! Open fire!
Sirens start blaring in the Sarkaz camp the moment the patrol goes down.
There is no time to think. The Defense has begun.
I prefer to be the one doing the tearing, if that's all right with you.
Sarkaz.
Once again, I think back to what happened that day. No, I can't.
It's almost ninety seconds, Delphine! Ready to pull back!
Roger! Bentley's down! I'll fill the gap in the minefield.
Mines are too precious to just leave out there.
You have fire support from the third floor.
The underground passage that connects the city hall's basement to the bridge has been cleared! Now the wounded have some space.
You took a nick, Morgan. Are you okay?
Not good enough to hold a knife, but I can coordinate things in the back.
What about your side, Hannah?
You're asking the expert of destruction. I could smash a hole in the ceilings without any extra equipment, and we have wooden ladders set up so that we can move quickly between the floors.
Good. We can't have another situation like yesterday, when we couldn't get to Dagda in time.
I filled the gap in the minefield! Bentley's still breathing, so I'm taking him into the basement for treatment.
Is Dagda awake?
Awake, but she can't be moved yet.
She's been trying too hard. I'll do my best to care for her.
Is there any news from the Sarkaz camp? They may be planning something else, after the assault on the building failed.
Can you find any more mines to expand the minefield?
I'm afraid not. Our Sarkaz friend's mercenary band isn't so easy to find.
We'll have to count on my *static*—
Witchcraft *static* signal— disrupt *static*—
Something's disrupting the signal?
It's —*noise*—
—Del *static*— Run—
I hear a long howl in the distance.
A strong sense of unease suddenly comes over me. The air has become filled with malice.
Delphine?
You're finally up.
I... my head hurts...
You didn't pull out in time while rescuing the wounded yesterday, and got caught by the blast of them test firing the war altar.
Yesterday...? War... altar? Where's Ben?
Hah, looks like we've both missed a lot.
Ach, my back still hurts. Morgan sucks at stitching. Oh, Ben's alive.
Who... who brought me back?
Hannah. She saw that you were still outside and jumped out from the third floor to drag you back in.
She just woke up herself. She's gone off to support Vina.
These are the wounded?
I walk through the underground passage, now filled with wounded personnel. Dozens of eyes turn towards me. Many of them still have dried blood upon them.
It's pretty bad. We need to hurry.
The mines are pulling their weight. Two of the war altars have had their undercarriages disabled, and the rest have stopped.
They've stopped their advance.
We can bombard the position you marked at any time!
Careful! The war altars are still charging. They haven't abandoned the assault yet!
Alright, listen up, you berks. The next round of bombardment is about to begin. Anyone still on the first and second floors, get your arses up the third floor!
That thing can only shoot so high!
I believe that its witchcraft core is powered by its operator, the altar itself acting only as a medium.
So it'll blow itself up if its witchcraft core is destroyed when fully charged?
In theory, but I've never seen it in action personally. I can't guarantee—
That's good enough. I'll go up to the roof to look for an opportunity. The only way to approach the core is from above.
Can you distract the operator for a little while when the altar is activated? Every second helps.
...Will do.
Vina—
I stand at the staircase to the second floor, dumbfounded.
It takes me some time to realize that the pile of rubble without the left side wall is the city hall that we've been defending for the better part of a week.
The carnage on the plaza is in plain view, without the need for windows or portholes.
Amidst the ruins, the red crystals on the war altars shine an eerie red in the rays of dawn, the metal skeleton reflecting an ominous light.
It seems to whisper: Gaze upon blood, gaze upon decay, gaze upon death.
This is what Mother had done for so long.
And this is the first time I've thought of her in days.
Welcome back, Delphine, Dagda.
The Sarkaz have deployed these weapons en masse?
I don't think so. I believe it was developed by the Military Commission in Victoria. The design is still very rough around the edges.
Delphine, you look reasonably well for someone who just woke up from being knocked unconscious.
Morgan has been taking care of you two with one hand.
Hannah!
Thanks, Morgan. And Hannah.
Sorry about the trouble.
It was a piece of cake.
Alright, everybody, listen. I want rid of those altars, and for that I need help.
I need bait. Someone to stay here and keep those things firing...
Sounds like a job for me.
I can do it too—
This is no time to be acting tough. I know better than anyone else here how terrifying those things are.
Your hand's still injured, Morgan. I'll be the one to work with Hannah.
......
I need someone else on standby to take over the attack if I don't succeed. Misery can only buy so much time for us.
I'll do it.
What about me, Vina?
Morgan... keep an eye on everyone.
......
Vina's plan is a simple one. Wait for the altars to fire, smash the core, cause a chain reaction.
All we need is an opportunity. And the opportunity has come.
They've taken aim.
The malice is sickening.
They could fire at any time.
Not exactly a great feeling to be in that thing's crosshairs.
Misery?
Whenever you're ready—
Do it.
Red.
The color on the deck flashes back before my eyes.
The demonic eye in the altar peers at me.
It is averted by a silver arc.
The dagger rips open the necks of a file of Sarkaz artillerymen, leaping back joyfully into Misery's hand.
Their hands slow for a moment as they reach for the core, continuing their movements from before they died under the pull of inertia.
A hammer falls from the sky, impacting lightly with the red wave.
Bang.
Vina is knocked back into the building like a comet.
No... Vina!
Half a second.
The altar activated faster than anyone expected.
*Cough*... *cough*...
The hammer embeds itself in the broken wall.
I can't see anything in the dust and smoke.
Watch out! They've replaced the artillerymen and are preparing to fire again!
The hammer is gone by the time I wipe the gravel from my eyes.
A figure climbs the outer wall swiftly, the hammer pulling her up like a pickaxe, the building trembling under every blow.
Dagda!
Dagda grabs the hand that stretches out from within the light.
Brick and stone crack and break under Vina's heels. She leaps into the sky.
The red wave has begun to build.
Everyone, take cover!
Get down, Morgan!
Hngh...
I look up in the storm.
She walks upon the rays of dawn, her golden hair burning.
She raises her hammer high, and it becomes one with the sun.
The wave is torn apart, rampant power streaking towards the core.
I lose my voice.
All that remains is the light that stabs at my eyes.
Vina! Vina!
The altars are still exploding! Look out!
She's fainted! Damn, the metal shards got into her chest! Someone help me out!
Bring her back! Don't let Originium dust into the wounds!
The Sarkaz are retreating!
Hannah! Look! Over there!
Battleships? Reinforcements? Really? Th-That's the standard of Duke Gododdin!
It's... it's over...
It's over! We bloody made it! We did!
Ben! Ben! Look, we're saved! Ben? Ben...
Those damnable devils are trying to run! After them!
I should add another entry to the scout's journal.
'We survived.
In memory of seven fallen heroes...
Abigail, of Norport, civilian. Alexandra, of Chetleigh, civilian.
Henderson, of Auchterigg, soldier. Bentley, of Lynncardine, soldier.
Unidentified body.
Unidentified body.
Unidentified... (illegible)'