The battlefield continued to deteriorate at a pace that none of them could ignore. The fragile balance that had once held Michael's camp together now completely gone as their numbers thinned with every passing moment.
What had once been a coordinated force had turned into scattered pockets of resistance, with each group struggling to survive under the relentless pressure of Red's advancing troops. The distance between life and death narrowed with every second that passed.
From above the crystal wall, Hana saw everything.
Her hands tightened against the edge as her eyes moved rapidly across the battlefield, trying to take in too many things at once.
Panic rose uncontrollably in her chest as the reality unfolded in front of her, clearer than anything she had imagined.
Around her, the others assigned to ranged support stood frozen in place, their weapons still in hand but their confidence gone. Their expressions filled with the same fear and confusion that gripped her.
