Caleb ran to a position where he had a clear shot of the creature and used the opportunity to shoot at it. His shot impacted around the stomach area, making the beast scream in pain right after another shot came from the middle of the battle line on the street. This time, an explosive round impacted the read of the creature, but it did nothing; it just made the creature stagger to the right.

When the creature moved, it shot a constant white beam that lasted for two seconds and cut two buildings to the side, making part of them fall over the street, blocking part of the way dust clouded everyone's vision, but the projectiles didn’t stop flying left or right. The squad leaders used this opportunity to shout for everyone to move up.

Ethan advanced through the dust, but because of the low visibility, he didn’t see one soldier of the demon lord right to his side. Their eyes met, and he ‌pulled a knife from his belt and jumped on the creature. The problem was that the knife didn’t cause any damage because it stopped right before it penetrated the creature's skin.

He distanced himself from the creature when he noticed this and tried to hide while dodging the random magic it was shooting in a complete state of panic and confusion. Because of this, the monster was hit by one magic shot from his side and another blue shot pierced right through its chest.

As the dust settled, the battle still raged, and the soldiers of the duchy advanced and pushed forward, using the debris of the buildings that had fallen as cover. For the top of those gain-advantage things down on the creatures, the one with the cannon on its back was lying down on the ground and disappearing with balls of light coming from it like wind disintegrating a statue of dust, the same that happened with the creatures killed in combat.

On the same street, several buildings behind Orlam and his cameramen were observing the battle as he narrated what was happening to the best of his abilities. It was ‌unreal everything that was happening right in front of their eyes; they were only on the second floor, seeing everything through an open hole in the wall that let them view the battle, but it was not good enough.

They went to the ground floor and got closer to the action and as he was passing, soldiers were carrying the wounded through a hole in the wall. Bartel opened holes between the buildings so they could transport soldiers and ammunition risk-free. As they got out of the building behind, another truck was unloading supplies and loading the wounded while a new batch of troops disembarked.

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‘Do you have a moment?’ He asked a random soldier trying to move inside the building.

‘What? We don’t have time to waste.’ The soldier frowned at him.

‘This is your first time being deployed to the front?’ He put the microphone next to the soldier's mouth.

Everything was being recorded by the cameramen; it wasn’t infinite but they still had plenty of time left and the fact that they had a spare blue cube made of the crystal to get more images.

‘This is my second time; it was with the 4-6 under Orfar, now here under... I don’t know. Bartel is on the truck.’ He started to walk inside of the building.

‘Hey, let’s move closer but from the other side of the street.’ Orlam called for his cameramen to follow him.

The two crossed the street; even with the distance, some straight fireballs and other magic projectiles still zapped close to them. Now on the outside, they needed to look out and move only when necessary. One thing those two noticed was that moving forward was easy, not because there was no danger, but because they were thrilled to be in that situation.

The cameraman noticed too late that they were too close to the fight and could not hold Orlam’s hand before he got out of cover and got what looked like an ice lance right through his chest, making him fall on his back instantly. Still, with his microphone in his hand, he closed his eyes.

The cameraman was there with his eyes closed to Orlam's stiff body for a moment; everything around him disappeared, and he finally noticed what he was doing. The feeling of guilt gave way to fear, but even with that, he got out of that place and pushed forward, leaving Orlam’s body behind, entering the next building, and starting to film the battle again.

He was capturing it all—the soldier that Orlam talked about just moments ago pushing forward through the destroyed street and shooting at the creatures. The cameramen had a strange feeling like he was just an observer, the eyes of God that had just one job: record everything happening so that people knew who these people were.

Briefly, he remembered how he met Orlam and the others. They had this dream of computing everything with the device he had in his hands; now his friend was no more and he could only remember him calling for him to not miss the transport inside of the dungeon.

‘Dou…’ He spoke to himself.

As the sounds of the battle raged outside, Dou simply put down his camera and sat leaning against a wall, looking at the light coming through and taking a deep breath with tears dropping from his eyes as he started to realize that his friend was dead. With the sounds of explosions and the building trembling, he looked at the camera and took a deep breath.

‘This is important; he would have done the same.’ Dou got his camera again and started to record the action happening outside.

For a moment, he thought about what was going to be the reactions of the people watching these recordings. All the pain and horror he was capturing wouldn’t produce something glorious, pure despair from the soldiers below as they fight for their lives.