For the first few hours, the walls held with ease. Lounoni even moved up to the Dreadnaught to record him up close as he single-handedly mowed down scores of the pests with each swipe of his never stopping gunfire. More than once she watched as the Warden's support people came in and cleared away the spent casings from beside the Dreadnaught.

Eventually, she moved around the walls to record others. Some of the warriors that returned, some of the other factions that stayed, she even went to some of the noncombatants.

That are those that were not afraid of her. To her surprise. Many of them left her short messages. Often mentioning regrets or loved ones. She even started getting flagged down by warriors of all types to do just that.

After eight hours, people started to rotate out. Weapons were being constantly resupplied because of the wear and tear on them from constant use. Lounoni found literal storage containers of such weapons around the defensive perimeter. Both of the discarded ones and the ones to be claimed. And more ammunition that she could imagine her own people could have provided by a thousand full.

At twelve hours however, Lounoni saw her first ant breach the wall's defenses. She had long set the camera on a stand and was taking a nap when it occurred. The adventurers quickly took it down, but it was the beginning sign of the end.

By the thirteenth hour, such events became commonplace. The first casualties started to appear. Fatigue and a lack of supplies started becoming known.

Lounini could see it from then on. It grew worse and worse. Less of the human guns were firing. Less of the melee fighters were getting swift kills before injuries could be incurred. And yet the Dreadnaught stood. His weapon glowing orange from the built-up heat. Only unknown magics and superior metals allowed it to continue on.

Each hour was worse than the last. By the twenty-second hour, Azonii and the other dragonkin had to act to patch a hole on the south side. As there was no one else. The dead defenders amounted to over a hundred at this point.

Less than an hour later, Lounoni saw the human hope buried by a massive push of the insects right onto the point where dozens climbed over the walls where the Dreadnaught stood, forcing the other defenders away.

As soon as it happened she saw and recorded him dropping his weapon and taking his sidearm and melee weapon in each hand. Five rapidly fired rounds dropped an ant each as his motion of drawing his blade cut one’s head in half before he initiated a magical reload of his weapon as he kicked another ant back while slashing another one.

He only had time to kill another six before they swarmed him into a dogpile. As more climbing over the walls, they ignored the other defenders and kept on piling onto a growing pile on the largest threat.

“ What is that... beeping sound?”

Lounoni looked at her sister as she began to listen. It was faint, but it was there. Then she heard a muffled voice from the ant pile.

{Dreadnaught Endurace!}

{Overheat!}

“ Oh shit! FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!”

John announced his last four words on the bases of loudspeakers and every human, after hearing what John said. No matter where they were or what they were doing, they dropped to the ground. Seeing this the dragonkin dropped as well in a similar fashion as the rhythmic beeping for the last few seconds suddenly seemed to change to an alarm.

Fire Lounoni has never felt before appeared over her by mere feet. Seemingly restrained to not harm allies, but every bug in or surrounding the base was gone. Ash was all that remained. And she looked up and recorded the Dreadnaught on his back. One of the unique Wardens then materialized a pair of AA-12 automatic shotguns with 100 shot drums in each hand.

“ Wardens, let's buy some time. {Juggernaut Charge}!”

To her surprise, he leaped over the wall. The other exo-suit wardens did the same. Save for two. Rick, the maul wielder, threw his two turrets on his back on each side of John’s computer before he took off running toward the wall. He did not even take the stairs as he jumped over twenty feet in the air with his twenty-five-pound maul raised back as he landed feet first on an ant climbing the wall and planting his weapon into another as he went out of sight. The last one, John, had a bird's eye view of the base on his screen.

“ CAS-120 online. Bringing the rain.”

With those words, cheers started going through the humans as Lounoni felt as though the power of a god just struck nearby. An explosion as large as a grand fireball spell appeared to the north and several much smaller explosions then followed it.

“ War, on a level our people have never experienced before.”

Lounoni turned to her sister and was surprised to see fear. Actual terror on her face.

“ But we are their friends.”

Azanii looked at her a little more self-confident, but the effect the humans have caused on her was not that easily gone. That look then turned to surprise as a charred figure started standing from the half-slagged wall. They could see David’s armor burnt off him on his right side. A char remained on his body from the exposed hip to his now bald crown and down half his right arm.

“ Don’t worry people, it’s merely a flesh wound.”

Then a moment neither of the dragonkin would ever forget. A man who seemed to just refuse to die picked up his brightly glowing siege weapon again. As its barrels started spinning Azanii dropped to her knees.

“ I would never have thought the day would come. Someone has a flame as hot as the ancestors. Dear ancestors...”

Then the worst screech the two ever heard appeared. Then the weapon exploded after producing a single shot that seemed to never end. To light the way into an unknown future.