The room Eliza was waiting on, the one large room on the first floor of the command building, that may be used for large gatherings as some of her staff speculated, was now transformed into a field hospital with beds and everything they could get because they were the reason the duchess could even challenge the dungeon.

The staff knew better; it wasn’t everyone; it was only because of the Saintes' healing powers it would be possible to conquer the dungeon, as she was at the center of all the other operations before this one. She didn’t care for the whispers about their situation, as now, more than ever, she believed it was her duty to save as many people as possible by helping her goddess succeed on her quest.

Some of the staff left the room and went outside. Soon after that, they started bringing wounded soldiers in and putting them on the beds; some were still bleeding. A system was developed, with flags placed on the side of the bed that showed an order of treatment: yellow flags could wait, red flags needed help, with tiers on those up to five, and a black flag for dead soldiers who should be moved to another building.

‘Saintess, this one is terrible.’ The white helmet Shafran put the soldier on the bed.

‘I can do this; have faith in her and everything is going to be fine.’ She thought to herself as she dashed towards the bloody soldier.

She looked at the soldier lying down on the bed, a red flag with a three to the side and blood dripping from his abdomen, and put her two hands on top of the area. The usual light associated with healing shone. The soldier looked at the light for a moment, pulled his hands together and prayed as the pain he was feeling was easing up.

The yellow flags were all in one area of the room. As time passed and she healed all of those with red flags, they got out of the room and waited outside to get sent to a new battle line. Eliza walked to those that were in the yellow area, stood right in the middle, and while doing a salute the same as she did before speaking to Ariadne, lights came out of her and she headed in all directions, hovering above their injuries and a thin line could be seen connecting them to Eliza.

Everyone, including the white helmets, was amazed by what they were seeing for them, nothing more than a display of pure divinity. The ones in the beds prayed as the white helmets cleaned everything for the next batch of wounded soldiers.

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With time, those that had the lights on top of them faded and got up as Eliza smiled at them before they walked out of the room. This magic was slower but less taxing for her, so she developed this cycle of healing personality and ‌the yellow flags. The drawback was that it happened right after there were still three left and another batch of soldiers started to enter the doors.

‘You three only have permission to go after I finish with you; wait here.’ She looked at them and walked away.

Those three soldiers looked at one another and already knew they were feeling useless, glad they were alive but bad for not being able to go right now to the front line; maybe someone died because he wasn't going to be there to give cover for them. Some of these thoughts were on their minds, but all they could do was sigh.

The Angel Company continued to push forward on all sides, but not evenly. The street Bartel’s platoon was in chaos, with magic and shots from the soldiers filling the platoon leader's eyes, but from a secondary narrow street on the far right, he saw a familiar creature he passed by when they finished the last mission, assaulting the fortress in the forest. He was similar to the one Edmund fought for, sure; there was an enormous difference; this one, on the other hand, instead of blades on its hands like Edmund did the other hand, had what looked like a massive cannon on its back.

The soldiers widened their eyes the moment the creature walked out of a narrow street to the right side like it was waiting for this moment, a trap for those who adventure further inside the city. While breaking part of the building to its left, trying to turn toward the advancing soldiers in the middle of the street, red lights suddenly started to gather and go inside of the cannon-shaped thing on its back, but instead of pointing at them, he pointed at the building Egor was in.

‘Take cover!!!’ Bartel should

The soldiers on the windows jumped away, and Bartel was one of them. The creature aimed at them and fired its projectile; the impact caused an explosion similar to the one the explosive round did but larger.

Bartel was covered in dust and his senses were compromised; it was like the world had no sound at all for a moment. Other soldiers coming from a door dragged him and the others away from the open as the entire wall was destroyed.

On the other side of the street, the sight of the explosion made everyone widen their eyes for a moment. Egor looked at Caleb, who was peeking from behind a partially destroyed wall that crumbled on the sidewalk.

‘Caleb! Hit that thing.’ Egor Shoulted.

The Chatzi soldier pulled his trusted cannon from his back and looked at an Oran who had the rounds in his backpack. Because they were completely focused, he put the backpack on the ground quickly and pulled a solid projectile. Young Shafran got this one because he thought that if the normal soldiers of the demon lord had shields, this thing would too and a strong one at that.

‘It's loaded, sir, but I need a clear shot!’ He shouted while looking at Egor.

‘Alright people, start shooting!!!’ He yelled while taking a peak and shooting at a creature, having its shield drop.

It wasn’t a counterattack; they were just trying to give Caleb time to shoot the thing that while everything was happening was preparing a second shot now aimed at the ground floor of the building it had shot before, where some soldiers were exiting from. The red lights were gathering and entering the cannon, but unlined before the lights were turning white and the creature looked like it was in a more grounded position.