The sound of a faraway explosion and right after roars coming from upfront as they advanced through what could only be a small house that shared a backyard with another building. Nothing was on the walls, chairs, plates, or beds, but they knew it was a house.

‘At least we weren’t the first this time.’ Asher smiled as they got out of the building.

As the last members of the squad were getting through the house, ice projectiles rained toward those outside crossing the street, making them sprint across the street and others to return to the house. Those staying in the house saw a creature on the corner of a building and the windows of a building to the side they were heading for‌.

‘3-6, this is 3-3; we contacted the enemy on the rightest side of the dungeon, ‌under heavy fire.’ Kurt spoke out loud as he crouched and covered his head with one of his hands and the radio in the other.

They were always split into two teams; this time Ethan was at the front so he was on the other side of the street, clued to the wall, as the other side didn’t have a direct building right in front of them but a wall made of rock. From his point of view, he could see rifle shots coming from a building to the left to a building to the right.

‘Let’s go. We need to clear this building so the others can cross.’ Ethan spoke as he pushed, his left shoulder touching the wall.

His team was quick to notice the magic coming from the windows and more on the corner at the end of the building. With their heads low, they passed the windows, throwing grenades inside that made the creature in the corner facing them, see the team ‌explode, but shots coming from the house hit the creature, making it fall backward.

As soon as the grenades exploded, Ethan’s team stormed inside the building, shooting the stunned creatures on the ground. The building had two floors, making their way through the building. Combat intensified as the soldiers heard roars coming from the creatures, but they pushed the same toward the magic projectiles coming their way through the now shattered doors, trying to find the stairs.

Oran noticed that the creatures on the floor were fading like wind blowing a statue made of dust; he had not timed to think much about it as the sounds of explosions happening outside and the roars of the creatures inside of the building mixed, making it a complete mess of everything as they got up the stairs and neutralized the enemies on the windows with another well-placed grenade.

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Egor’s team saw the windows on the second floor explode and moved across the street toward the corner of the building that led to a wider street. On the other side, he saw the other squad doing like him, one team guarding the corner and another storming the building even though he didn’t see any enemy shooting at him or them from that one, but they needed to make sure.

Behind him, Ethan’s team got out of the building and Egor peaked the corner into the other street he was shocked to see rocks just like the ones in the entrance hallway of the dungeon but that didn’t take his mind too long, as between those a wave of creatures, the so-called Demon Lord soldiers were coming. He looked behind him and up from the other side of the street and nodded at the other squad leader and at the same time, they pushed the street, shooting the creatures.

The sight was worse than their first battle at the entrance of the dungeon: multiple enemies on the walls getting out of the buildings to the sides, raining magic on them as they were seeking cover and shooting back.

The battle raged and a frontline was formed; the creatures didn’t try to hide inside of the buildings, so most of the fighting was happening on the streets and alleyways of the dungeon; all of that information was passed to Alon’s base of operations on the third floor, and the pieces symbolizing the platoons and their respective squads started to move forward through the map on the table in the center of the room by other soldiers as more information came, showing the whole picture of the battle in almost real-time.

‘I think you are doing much more than just connecting these people through emotion; this is crazy.’ Edmund spoke while looking at the table.

‘How so? I don’t understand.’ She looked at him, puzzled, while drinking a cup of tea.

‘They are creating these things way too fast, but I don't want to sound like they cannot, not just about this, but the devices as well.’ He frowned as he looked at the map, deep in thought.

‘Humm… I just think they have a common goal and determination; even your devices are not like they are creating things new, just improving or mixing what you already presented to them.’ She looked at Alya while putting the cup on a mini table to her side.

‘By the way, she is here so that you can have your baths and tears is just, wow.’ Edmund scratched the back of his head.

‘I’m a civilized individual, peasant, not something you could even dream of being... and that is why you will forever be a peasant in my eyes.’ She smiled at Alya and took another sip of tea the maid filled.

‘I’m doing this because I want to, Edmund. It's my way of fighting and if need be, I will give my life for Her Highness.’ The maid gave the young man a determinate look.

‘Alright, alright… don’t need to pimple up on me, and you will not die here, Alya, there is no world where I will not give my life to protect anyone here, I will be the first one to go if it is needed to.’ Edmund gave it a small laugh.

Everyone in the room heard the conversation and smiled, smirked, or quick laugh before resuming back to their duties. The situation was for now under control as the platoons were gaining more and more ground, but just like Edmund said, they were endless; for every single one, they killed another after taking his place.

‘Captain, 4-6 is requesting medical extract.' A radio operator spoke.

‘Ok, give the go for the two trucks to begin; this is where we will see if this operation falls apart or not.’ Alon gave a nod to the radio operator.