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Chapter 1461: Before Dawn

As the floating island closed the distance to the demons’ King City, the attacks intensified.

One assault per day became one every few hours. More than once, the island’s defenders caught sight of a second wave cresting the horizon before the first had been put down.

Only at night did the island find quiet.

All unfinished construction was suspended. The crews had concentrated every hand on repairing the runways. But with enemy assaults arriving like surf, Roland could not afford to let the Aerial Knights pursue too far — that left the entire burden on Eleanor alone.

New changes came fast. Senior demons appeared in growing numbers, some physically exceptional, others possessed of strange abilities that defied prediction. As the unmanned gun turrets fell one by one, the pressure on the island’s defenses mounted.

The first wave broke through on the second afternoon. A handful of senior demons drove magic blades into the sealed sluice gates and tore them open. Eleanor’s invasion alarm rang through every passage. God’s Punishment Witches — armed to the teeth — formed the second line of defense, and melee combat erupted across the island’s narrow interior corridors. The scene was something out of the Union’s old records, except the roles had been reversed.

Alice’s plans had cast the God’s Punishment Witches as spears, meant to pierce the demon formation and reach the obelisk and Mother of Soul. Only by using their modest offense to break the enemy’s defenses had humanity ever had a chance. Here, on this island, the demons attacked; the God’s Punishment Witches only had to hold.

Their strength had not diminished for the change. In a particular sense, God’s Punishment Witches were the natural enemies of senior demons. Stripped of their abilities, senior demons could not gain the upper hand against a crowd of Extraordinaries or ancient witches who did not know pain — and now those witches carried guns.

So despite the disadvantage in numbers, the God’s Punishment Witches held the inner region.

On the ground below, demon troops materialized — Spider Monstrous Beasts, predominantly, sparse at first, then spreading into small patches of shifting black.

“Truly like ants scenting a corpse.” Agatha looked down at the scene beneath the island. “If we descended, they would surge forward and strip us to the bone.”

“More are still coming.” Phyllis’s expression had gone tight. “The demons are encircling us. The Union once believed a Transcendent force sufficient to obliterate the demon race. It appears we were naive.”

“Even without Mask or his Symbiotic Demon army, these numbers are beyond anything the Union could have contended with.” The Ice Witch closed her eyes. “We underestimated the Battle of Divine Will. Enormously.”

“At least you kept hope alive,” Roland said. He put a hand briefly on her shoulder. The Witch Kingdom had ended. Humanity had been broken twice. And still the flame of resistance had not gone out. That alone was something that could not be measured easily.

“Your Majesty.” Ferlin appeared with a new report, his bearing composed. “The trajectory of the demons’ floating island has changed. It appears to be moving toward us.”

“Who reported this?”

“Miss Lightning of the Exploration Group. She also noted that the enemy has expanded its Devilbeast patrol radius, and she and Maggie can no longer observe them from a distance. She added that a large concentration of magic power has appeared at the base of King City — large enough that even her limited sensitivity to magic power could feel the pressure.”

Roland looked at Agatha.

“What do you make of it?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “But when they concentrate magic power to that degree, it’s never trivial.”

“I agree,” Roland said.

Was it surprising? Symbiotic Demons. Mass-produced senior demons. The Deity of Gods. The number of new advances the demons had achieved was beyond counting. At the start of the Battle of Divine Will they had thrown bone spears; now even rank-and-file Mad Demons carried spears capable of explosion. The demons hadn’t adopted gunpowder, but they had found their own path toward the same conclusion.

War is the best catalyst for the improvement of civilization, he thought. People had said this often enough, and they weren’t wrong.

He stared into the projection at the darkening sky. God — is this what you wanted to see?

If they simply continued to absorb the enemy’s assaults, the outcome was clear. The floating island moved against a black tide that numbered in the tens of millions. If those numbers swelled further, losses inside the island would compound faster than anything they could bear. And whatever the demons were concentrating at King City meant they had more than one card left to play.

But he had never intended to fight the enemy to the last man on this particular ground.

The mark indicating the floating island’s final destination was close — and since the demons were willing to close the distance themselves, he had been spared some of the effort.

“Inform everyone to gather in the meeting room,” Roland told Ferlin. “It’s time.”

Every person in the command center stopped what they were doing.

The room went very quiet.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The knight squared his shoulders and bowed.


A few minutes later, the senior staff assembled at the top of the bridge.

The sun was going down behind the horizon, bleeding the sky red. The field below was carpeted with demon corpses, and the color of the dying light turned the whole scene desolate.

“Tonight, our enemy will enter our final attack radius.”

Roland looked at each face in turn. Two rows around the table — the Witches on one side, Anna, Wendy, Agatha, Phyllis and the others; the army commanders on the other, Iron Axe, Edith, Brian, Ferlin. Every eye held the same quality — not bravado, not resignation, but something quieter and harder to name. The enemy could blot out the sky with its numbers, and no one in this room showed a trace of the desire to run.

“There’s no need for me to go through the plan again. Everyone in this room had a hand in making it.” He spoke without hurrying. “I was the one who proposed it. It would never have existed without the work every one of you put into it.”

The prototype bombs, the calculations, the configuration choices, the airdrop tests — even with the full support of the Design Bureau of Graycastle, it had moved step by careful step, from experiment to weapon, tested until it worked, so that it would not fail when it mattered.

“To minimize the risk of detection and avoid unnecessary losses en route, the fleet will launch at around five in the morning. Night navigation is extremely dangerous. I trust that Tilly will bring the Aerial Knights through. If everything goes as it should, a new sun will rise tomorrow morning.”

No one objected.

Roland stood.

“Then I announce the official commissioning of the Glory of the Sun.” He paused. “Remember — the darkest hour is exactly the one before the dawn.”

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