Chapter 336: Warning of the West Gate Destruction

"Warning! Warning! An attack is occurring at the West Gate by terrorists! The Dead and Horror are moving quickly towards the destroyed gate! All citizens are urged to evacuate to the nearest shelter immediately! For users of Anomalies and Abnormals level 3 and above, proceed to the West District immediately! The gate guards are fighting the terrorists! The Dead and Horror keep coming! We need reinforcements as soon as possible!"

The loud voice shattered the sky of Fortress City 085. Its vibrations hit the walls, shaking the old windows that creaked as if they would break. The sound pierced the ears, struck the chest, and made breaths catch in the throat.

For a moment, the world froze. People turned to stone where they stood, their heads turning towards the loudspeaker as if hoping to hear that this was all just a misunderstanding.

However, the explosions shaking the ground, the screams of breaking metal, and the approaching rumble that trembled the earth shattered that hope in an instant.

Panic erupted like shards of glass.

Ordinary people rushed out, bodies colliding in a blind frenzy. Pale faces, wide eyes filled with fear, hands reaching for anything to hold on to—bags, children, even the clothes of others. Shouts piled on top of each other, forming a hysterical symphony that deafened the ears.

Some children cried loudly, dragged by their parents who gripped their hands too tightly, the small fingers nearly severed by the strength of the hold. An old man stumbled, his knees bloodied as he fell onto the cobbled street, but no one stopped to help.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, as the morning sun began to crawl up and its light seeped through the cracks in the buildings, the flow of people surged towards safety with pale faces and gasping breaths. The sound of children's cries mixed with panicked screams formed a symphony of panic echoing through the narrow streets.

Yet, among the waves of fleeing people, there were figures moving in the opposite direction. They were high-level users of Anomalies and Abnormals—survivors accustomed to challenging destruction.

They ran swiftly through the filthy alleys filled with the scent of metal and dust, their bodies sharply turning between the narrow walls that seemed to constrict under the pressure of the situation.

Some leaped onto rooftops, tiles cracking beneath their light yet trained footsteps. Others floated in the air, slicing through the sunlight that reflected off their cloaks or hair blown by the wind.

The newly born daylight painted determined silhouettes amidst the haze of dust and thin smoke. Their gazes were fierce, eyes sharply focused on the distance—towards the West District, where the threat had yet to be fully revealed.

Their steps were steady, as if the ground they trod was a part of them. Some held weapons calmly, while others had hands faintly glowing with the power within their bodies.

Their long cloaks billowed wildly behind them, their eyes burning, and their hands ready to cast spells or draw weapons. Amidst the rustling wind and the faint scent of blood in the air, they resembled sharp spears ready to pierce through the storm.

City police struggled desperately to maintain order. They shouted through megaphones, their voices hoarse and broken, while their bodies had to withstand the push of the crowd. Some officers dragged heavy roadblocks, setting them up at intersections, creating emergency corridors for evacuation.

The military forces were also not idle. With faces as hard as stone, they moved in orderly formation, heavy boots thudding rhythmically against the ground. Their eyes scanned in all directions, searching for other threats, ready to sacrifice themselves if necessary.

At the West Gate, the battle had turned into an open hell.

The Gate Guards, with tattered body armor and weapons nearly out of ammunition, fought until their last drop of blood. Their bodies were smeared with dust and blood, their breaths heavy, and their hands trembled from exhaustion.