I, and the whole city of Ipigal, were rushing around, preparing for the death invasion. Death was going to invade.

In the preparations, I had learned that my neighbor was named Agent 57. It sounded suspicious, but Agent 57 was probably just an alias. There were rumors of a powerful topaz-category that only served Death called Agent 57, but the Agent 57 here seemed to have devoted their life to gaining a deep understanding of the Moksha of Death. It did strike me as a bit odd, but it was good to understand your enemy. In fact, I had a book of quotes to help me with understanding. One tenet was "Understand your allies well, but also understand your enemies. Information is power."

I, currently, was rushing civilians to a bunker through teleportation. The bunker was in a position under the city that reminded me of Magicspestone, when fighting the dragon.

I was currently ushering an iron-category that didn't want to leave her home into there. I just sighed in resignation and opened a portal under her feet. It was the most simple solution. It also reminded me of fantasy I had read before going to Glassfay for the first time. Someone had opened a portal under a mattress.

It was boring work, but it had to be done. I finally understood why the people who were opening the portals in Magicspestone were so eager to fight the dragon. This felt like the dragon fight, but on a larger scale. The monster surge would be gone in a week or two, but Ipigal might not exist when the surge was over.

That thought wasn't too much now, but if my ten-year-old self had heard that, in part, I was responsible for a billion lives, he would have fainted in shock.

Finally, the portaling was done. It was just boring work, but I was fine with it. I had kept a heavy sense of responsibility since I fought The Cult of the Red Jade, ad blew up most of Chennai.

I then took to the skies. We were looking to secure Glassfay. I saw a few ruby-category metal mages were making poles of metal, meant to hold up the defenses. I took the alloy I had been given out of my inventory, and set to work. Wopoimcl was engraving complicated-looking runes on to the poles. I sent a charge of mana into the pole, and the runes activated, humming and glowing a soft red.

Everything needed to be perfect. I was in space, and I saw a huge phoenix fly by, and dump some ash. A sapphire-category started dumping the ash everywhere in Ipigal.

Soon, the metal was done. I then teleported down and started engraving runes into the ground. It was quite hard work. Every time I messed one up, I had to start the whole array all over again. I was done within a minute, though, but that was shocking for an array of that size.

All the preparations were done. We amassed a formation.

At the front row, we'd have tanks and melee only fighters, who would be the front line. Behind them were mid-range fighters, including me. I was positioned quite far from anyone I knew, being next to a platinum-category dragon shifter, who was able to breathe fire and turn his nails into claws as a human. On my other side was this kid who looked only thirteen years old. He was low silver-category and carrying to much water. seemed to be a water mage. He also carried a sword made of ice, so cold that it would freeze blood on impact. Useful at lower categories, but it got less useful the higher you went. At godly-category, your body was just a collection of magic.

The dragon shifter seemed to be a few hundred years old and very confident in his ability, having fought ever since he was eight, the minimum age for a Worldsafer. The silver-category, however, was raised to silver-category on his parents' money alone, and only became a Worldsafer four months ago.

Behind us were ranged only fighters. Behind them were auxiliaries.

Behind them were the people manning the wall. There were twelve guard towers, one for each direction, and two bonuses.

North, east, south, west, northwest, northeast, southwest, southeast, up, and down. Though it could be argued that the down tower was a giant stalactite.

Each tower was manned by a ruby-category and four topaz-categories. The walls were manned by gold-categories. The siege weapons were six catapults, twelve ballistae, and sixty-four cannons. Each weapon had a platinum-category guard.

Some auxiliaries were behind the walls, using magic to get their production out. Some archers and mages were on the walls.

Death landed.