designed purposefully with the better looking houses located where they were, so that the people who headed from the edges of the city to the center would be able to see the possibility of luxuries acquired after a life of hard work.
Further in, closer to the castle, was the next ring of the city. It had cobblestone streets rather than dirt. These buildings were even taller than the last section. This was the business, education, and commerce section. Families walked here and stayed for eight hours each day for work. Adults went to their careers while their children went to school. About fifty percent of the population worked in this part of Celestial. The other half headed in the opposite direction and worked the farmlands on the other side of the inner wall or in the ocean if they lived near the south.
Steve could see from where he was that parts of the inner wall had been demolished. Catapulted boulders had broken through parts of it. Monsters were aggressively entering through the openings. They were also coming in over the inner wall by way of ladders. From the top of the wall came the loud clanging of metal on metal. Steve watched as warriors were overrun by monsters. There were too many for them to handle. Countless monsters kept coming over the barrier. Even more came in on flying monsters, easily slaying the few warriors who attempted to stop them.
Maybe there are too many breaches. For a moment, Steve considered turning around and heading to the wall, but he couldn’t. He had his orders. His duty was to go to the castle.
Steve had been in battles since he officially became a warrior at the age of seventeen. He had grown accustomed to scenes of chaos, but what he was witnessing today was different. This was not an ordinary attack. Monsters were never in groups this large or organized. This was a full scale assault that the warriors were unprepared for, especially on this weekend when they were allowed to relax a little more than usual and enjoy the festivities and celebration.
This is what it looks like to be taken over by monsters. The moment Stephen realized that was the moment he began to fear. He knew this day would go down in the history books. Either the monsters would successfully siege the Celestial City and take control away from the people, or the warriors would prevent the largest monster attack ever known. He hoped the result would favor the warriors, but from what he was seeing so far, it looked like it would be the first option. He removed that thought from his mind as soon as it entered because it was his job to try to prevent that, even at the cost of his own life. As a warrior, he was a primary target for the attacking monsters.
Steve wasn’t scared to die. Chances were that if he died today, it would mean that the city was taken. I don’t want my life to pointlessly end in vain. Steve could not imagine any scenario in which he would still be alive in a monster controlled city. Even if he was the last warrior versus an army of monsters, he would fight them with every last ounce of strength until he could not physically lift Brightflame anymore. He would rather die fighting to save Celestial, than live to see his city fall.
Unfortunately, before the end of the day, all Steve would see was darkness.
Chapter 4
Steve was nineteen, having just had his nineteenth name day four months ago. He was in the prime of his life. Steve was not the smartest, strongest, funniest, handsomest, or most charming man, but he tried not to compare himself to others. He had an unproven theory that when the good god created his people, he gave each person either a lot of one personality strength or a little of many different personality strengths. Because of this, some people were good at doing certain things, while others weren’t. Steve knew some people who were good at mathematics, but didn’t have an ounce of creativity. Other people had a high level of intelligence, but were socially awkward and