An Extra’s POV
chapter-815

"H-haa... haaa...?"

Councilman Finn was struggling to breathe as he laid eyes on the world beyond the tall walls that he stood on.

The Undead Giants and Monsters had surrounded the final battlement-spreading from all the cardinal locations-leaving no room for escape.

Not only that, but the Dragons suddenly ascended to the sky, hovering all around the city... like vultures, waiting for the death of a fatally wounded animal.

It seemed inevitable that they would lose.

....That they would die.

The final battlement that once seemed tall and impregnable now began to look brittle in the eyes of the Dwarves that prayed it would hold in this moment of adversity. The technologies they had put so much faith in had failed them, and now they were helpless.

The only other option they had was to keep firing their useless canons, or for the Dwarven Warriors to finally enter the battlefield and engage their enemies in melee combat.

They were donning Mech Suits, so perhaps they had a chance.

However, the overflowing Miasma clearly meant a death sentence to any Dwarf who had a prolonged battle with the Undead.

"I-is this the end...?"

As Councilman Finn muttered this, the most unexpected thing happened.

The Undead soldiers stopped-all of them-as if they were locked in a single frame in time. Then, they fell to their knees.

"W-what...?"

Councilman Finn did not understand what was happening yet, but his eyes soon picked up something in the distance that made him slightly comprehend.

All the hovering Dragons went to that location-where the clouds were darkest-and began to dance around it.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and purple lightning sparked in the blackened clouds.

All to pay homage to what was coming.

~RUMBLE!~

The Dwarves felt the tremors from where they stood on the walls.

Their bodies followed accordingly, as they all shook in fear. Their eyes were wide open as they watched the army that emerged from seemingly nowhere.

They were at a distance, beyond the black pool of energy, but they were steadily approaching the third battlement with such tremendous pressure that it felt unreal.

'T-those are...?!'

Councilman Finn's eyes witnessed the most unexpected sight ever.

About thirty thousand Giants were approaching-each of them riding a Monster like it was a steed. They donned armor that seemed enchanted, with battle-hardened expressions and a formation that oozed intelligence.

They were also equipped with varying weapons that seemed too sophisticated to have been made by their primitive minds.

Then, at the forefront of this army were five Grand Knights.

They had unique colors, and the armor they donned was of a completely different quality from the other Giants. Not only was it superior in terms of power, but it looked more regal.

Four of the five Knights carried a particular throne from different sides, holding it up with reverence, while the final one-a female mage-stood behind and walked with her head slightly bowed.

Councilman Finn stared hard at the man who sat on the throne, but only confusion greeted the poor Dwarf once he laid eyes on him.

"Who... is that? Their leader? B-but that is-!"

The one who sat on the throne was a human-or rather, he resembled one.

He had red hair, with a fully black suit. His crimson eyes glowed with malevolence, and his ebony face was filled up with his amused smile.

How was a human leading Giants? It made no sense at all!

No... perhaps it did.

'If the humans are colluding with Giants, it would explain their sudden rise in intelligence. I should attribute the use of formations, monsters, and even dragons to... wait... no, that can't be right.'

There was no way humans could even broker a deal with Giants, talkless of being resourceful enough to push the Dwarves so far.

'They're struggling with the war on their own continent, aren't they? How could they possibly fare any better against us?'

'The Giants and Monsters up ahead aren't Undead. They must be the main army.' Councilman Finn thought to himself with gritted teeth, already understanding their strategy.

'They planned to wear us out with their dispensable Undead Army, while only appearing once we didn't have much left in our arsenal.'

There was a reason they kept their distance as well.

'They could just command the Dragons to tear down the walls, or command the Undead Army

to keep marching on and attack, yet... they're all on standby.'

Initially, Finn thought this was a flaw in their plan... but he knew better now.

'They already know they've won.'

The Undead Army was invincible, and now they had surrounded the Fortress City. The dark

swamp had also covered the surrounding lands in its black muck.

There was no escape in sight, and the enemy already knew that.

It was their plan all along.

'What can we do now? I... I don't know!'

If they chose to keep fighting, only death would await them. However, if they didn't fight, then the Dwarven Civilization was as good as done for.

At this point, Councilman Finn forgot about his political ambitions, letting go of all his motivations to keep up his composure.

"A-ahhhh..." Falling to his knees, trembling with wide, teary eyes, he couldn't help but sob.

He finally felt the cowardice that overwhelmed his colleagues.

"This... is this really the end?!"

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[Meanwhile...]

The Senate was chock-full of its members, save for Councilman Finn, who chose to lead the people on the battlefield.

A few Dwarves had initially felt bad they they didn't do the same, but after seeing the current state of the battlefield, they were glad regarding their choice.

"W-what should we do now?!"

"Are we screwed? This is terrible!"

"We're done for!"

As they kept up their lamentations, two human silhouettes suddenly manifested from out of

nowhere.

"Greetings, Dwarven Leaders."

The moment the feminine voice echoed within the room, all the Dwarves fell into decorum as

they gazed with shock at the direction of the sound.

Standing there was a girl with blond hair, and a boy with dark brown hair.

They were barely adults, but there was a mature air around them—particularly with the way

they smiled at them.

"My name is Belle, and this is my partner Justin." As they said this, their smile only widened

more.

Tension filled the air as their words echoed across the hall.

"We come in peace."

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Thanks for reading! Looks like checkmate to me, doesn't it?