Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 208: Fortifying the Inner Walls

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That sudden attack took my son’s life. I am grateful to you for opening that portal which save our lifes.

It you didn’t save us my girl would be alone in this world. She also started to crying. Then she wipes her tear and leaves saying thank you again.

"Dabi didn’t respond at all. He just hold his hand tight and make a fist in anger and frustration. Those FUC*ING bastard I will make them pay.

This situation reminded him of his life. Living without a parents. And the thought of his siblings living alone without him.

Rest of the night was a restless one. Soldiers worked tirelessly to fortify the inner wall, their faces lined with exhaustion.

Calvin and Loira oversaw the repairs to the barrier, their magic barely holding as the strain of the battle took its toll.

Aldric stood with Raghnall and the Saints, their faces grim. "The Voidlord’s retreat wasn’t a victory," Aldric said. "It was a warning. Whatever they’re planning, it’s coming soon."

"And we’ll be ready," Raghnall said, his warhammer glowing faintly. "We have to be."As dawn broke over the battered city.

The sun rose reluctantly over the battered city, its pale light struggling to pierce through the haze of smoke and ash that hung in the air.

The sounds of hurried footsteps, clinking tools, and shouted orders filled the morning as the defenders worked to strengthen their position.

Though the outer city lay in ruins, the inner walls still stood, a final bastion of hope for those who remained.

Dabi walked the length of the wall, his keen eyes scanning every detail of their defenses.

He nodded briefly to a soldier struggling to haul a crate of supplies, stepping in without hesitation to assist. The man looked up, startled, but managed a grateful smile as Dabi hoisted the load effortlessly.

"We can’t afford to let anyone falter," Dabi muttered to himself. "Not now."

Near the center of the wall, Aldric stood on a raised platform, his armor gleaming despite the wear and tear of battle.

His booming voice carried over the murmurs of the crowd as defenders gathered, some still bandaged from the previous night’s conflict.

"Men and women of city!" Aldric began, raising his sword high. "Yesterday, we faced the darkness and survived.

Today, we stand not as individuals but as one! As long as these walls hold, so do our lives. And as long as we breathe, we fight for our families, for our city, for hope itself!"

A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd, though the weariness in their eyes remained. Aldric’s words lit a spark, but it was clear that spark needed fuel to burn brightly.

Dabi stepped forward, his voice cutting through the lingering noise. "He’s right. This isn’t just about surviving another day it’s about proving that we can’t be broken.

Each of us has a role to play, whether it’s swinging a sword, casting a spell, or simply standing tall when the enemy comes. We’re all in this together."

The crowd murmured in agreement, the faintest glimmers of determination returning to their faces.

Loira, standing beside Aldric, added, "And together, we have more power than the Voidlords could ever imagine. I’ll make sure of it."

Her words carried a sharp edge of resolve, though her exhaustion was evident in the dark circles beneath her eyes.

The defenders dispersed, taking Aldric’s and Dabi’s words to heart as they resumed their work.

Engineers hauled metal beams and wooden planks to reinforce weak points in the walls, while mages traced glowing runes along the stone, their incantations creating faintly shimmering layers of magical protection.

Loira worked tirelessly alongside the mages, her focus unwavering despite her fatigue. She was trying to use the rest of the core’s energy to change the results.

"This energy is dangerous," one mage cautioned as Loira directed them to inscribe runes around the base of the wall.

"It’s no more dangerous than the Rift creatures themselves," Loira replied sharply. "If we can turn it into a weapon, then we use it. We don’t have the luxury of holding back."

The mage nodded reluctantly and continued their work, guided by Loira’s precise instructions. Soon, faint arcs of blue energy crackled along the barrier, the byproduct of the core’s energy into the magical shield.

Calvin approached, wiping sweat from his brow. "Will it hold?"

"It has to," Loira said, her voice carrying both determination and exhaustion.

As the work continued, tensions flared in the city’s central command tent. Arnauld, a civilian leader representing the outer districts, paced furiously, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Across from him stood Lady Kierra, a noblewoman who represented the inner city elite.

"We can’t waste resources on fortifying the slums," Arnauld argued, his voice rising. "The core districts house the majority of our people. That’s where our focus should be."

"And abandon the outskirts entirely?" Kierra shot back, her tone icy. "Those are still lives we’re talking about, Arnauld. Or do the poor not count in your grand strategy?"

The argument escalated, their voices rising to the point that even the guards stationed outside exchanged uneasy glances.

Dabi entered the tent, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Enough," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Both leaders turned to him, their faces flushed with anger.

"This isn’t the time for division," Dabi continued. "We can’t afford to pit one group against another. Resources will be allocated based on need, not status. Everyone contributes, and everyone has a right to safety."

Arnauld opened his mouth to protest, but Dabi cut him off with a glare. "We’re fighting a war, not a political battle.

Every decision we make now determines whether we survive the next assault. If you can’t work together, step aside and let someone else lead."

Kierra inclined her head slightly, a gesture of reluctant respect. "Very well. For now, I’ll defer to your judgment."

Arnauld grumbled but nodded, his defiance tempered by the weight of Dabi’s words.

As the two leaders left, Aldric comes, having observed the exchange from earlier. "You’re growing into your role, Dabi," he said with a faint smile.

"I don’t care about roles," Dabi replied. "I care about keeping people alive."

The day wore on, the defenders pouring their sweat and determination into the city’s fortifications.

By evening, the inner walls were reinforced with layers of both physical and magical defenses, the runes glowing steadily in the dimming light.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, a new threat revealed itself. Across the battlefield, the Voidlord encampment stirred with unnatural activity.

Shadowy figures moved in eerie synchronization, their chants creating a deep, resonant hum that seemed to shake the very ground.

"What are they doing now?" Calvin asked, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword.

Loira peered through a spyglass, her expression darkening. "It’s a summoning ritual."

From the center of the Void lords camp, massive constructs began to take shape.

Towering machines forged from blackened metal and pulsating with dark energy emerged, their forms both mechanical and grotesque.

Each construct bore the unmistakable imprint of the Voidlords’ malevolence spiked limbs, glowing cores, and an aura of palpable dread.

"They’re war machines," Loira said, lowering the spyglass. "And they’re powered by the same energy as the Rift creatures."

The ground trembled as the machines activated, their movements slow but deliberate. Each step sent shockwaves rippling through the earth, the sound like a drumbeat of impending doom.

Aldric cursed under his breath. "They’re preparing for a full-scale assault. We need to be ready."

Dabi tightened his grip on his blades, his gaze fixed on the advancing constructs. "Let them come," he said quietly.

"We’ll show them what it means to fight for something worth saving."

As night fell, the city settled into an uneasy silence. The defenders rested where they could, their weapons within arm’s reach.

Loira continued her work late into the night, her hands glowing faintly as she fine tuned the magical barrier.

Dabi stood atop the wall, staring out into the darkness. The constructs had stopped moving, their massive forms silhouetted against the faint light of the Void encampment.

"You should get some rest," Calvin said, joining him.

"Can’t," Dabi replied. "Not with what’s coming."

Calvin nodded, leaning against the parapet. "You’ve done good work today. People are starting to look up to you, you know."

"They don’t need a leader," Dabi said. "They need someone who can keep them alive."

"And you’re doing that," Calvin said. "Whether you like it or not."

The two stood in silence for a while, the weight of the coming battle pressing down on them.

As dawn approached, Loira climbed to the top of the wall, her expression tired but triumphant.

"I’ve stabilized the barrier," she announced. "It won’t stop the Voidlords, but it’ll give us time to respond."

Aldric joined her, his face grim but appreciative. "That’s more than we could’ve hoped for. Good work, Loira." Discover hidden content at NovelBin.Côm

The first light of day crept over the horizon, illuminating the battlefield.

The Voidlord constructs remained still, their ominous forms a constant reminder of the fight yet to come.

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