The retreat held discipline. People moved in formation, covering each other, following the routes they'd established during preparation. Jonah felt something shift in his assessment.

  This wasn't a panicked scramble. This was an organized withdrawal.

  Military precision from people who'd been civilians two days ago.

  The culture is changing. They're learning.

  It helped that the system was facilitating the process in super speed and seamlessly, as long as they maintained coordination and unity.

  David anchored the fallback on the eastern section.

  The Guardian's aura spread across the retreating defenders, that subtle steadying effect turning potential panic into controlled movement. Fighters who should have been running fell into step with each other. Groups that should have scattered maintained formation.

  John covered a cluster of wounded civilians near the medical station's approach. A hobgoblin blade caught him across the ribs, blood spraying, but he didn't break formation. Didn't even slow down. His shield came up and his sword looped over his head and the hobgoblin died without ever understanding why this bleeding human wouldn't fall.

  The defensive line contracted toward Line B.

  Jonah pushed forward, only to stop as his eyes went back toward the escape routes. Derek's people were blocking the routes.

  Five of Derek's fighters had positioned themselves across a narrow passage between debris piles, the same route that medical runners used to evacuate wounded. They weren't fighting, just standing there and blocking the path, creating a bottleneck that was starting to trap wounded defenders.

  Not obvious sabotage. It could be explained as confusion, miscommunication, the chaos of battle making coordination difficult.

  It could also get dozens of people killed.

  Alexa and Liam appeared behind him with ill intent.

  The two young fighters didn't hesitate. They hit Derek's people like a targeted strike, blades flashing in the dim light.

  Five fighters became five corpses in eight seconds.

  Liam's daggers found throats and eyes with Master-rank precision. Alexa's spear punched through armor with the unstoppable aggression that had nearly gotten the teenager killed during the second wave. Now that aggression served a purpose, eliminating threats to the retreat with brutal efficiency.

  The runner route cleared.

  Medical teams surged through, dragging wounded toward safety.

  Liam caught Jonah's eye as the retreat continued. "Sarah told us to hurry here and keep watch on them. I didn't actually think Derek would do something so stupid."

  "He's desperate. Desperate people make mistakes." Jonah pushed forward, joining the flow toward Line B. "Stay close. There might be more."

  The secondary defensive line was smaller but stronger. Higher walls, thicker supports, concentrated positions, better constructed supports. The fortifications here had been built with the assumption that Line A would fall. Every lesson learned from the first two waves incorporated into the design.

  It was quicker and easier to make because it covered much less ground.

  Defenders poured into their secondary positions. Shields locked and weapons ready. Ranged attackers scrambled to elevated platforms that provided overlapping fields of fire.

  We need to buy some more time or they will hit us before we are ready to defend line B properly.

  "Light the oil spills!" Jonah shouted.

  Arrows wrapped in burning cloth arced across the killing ground. Fireballs from the mages, even the exhausted ones who had barely enough mana left to cast, streaked toward the dark pools spread across the retreat path.

  The world ignited for the third time.

  This fire was bigger than the first two combined. Every remaining oil reserve, every drop of flammable liquid they'd scavenged, spread across thirty meters of ground and ignited simultaneously. A wall of flame roared to life, reaching heights that made the earlier blazes look like campfires.

  The goblin advance hit the fire wall and didn't stop.

  Creatures in the front ranks were pushed forward by those behind, driven into the flames by momentum they couldn't control. War beasts, still enraged from the shamans' empowerment magic, charged directly into the inferno. Their handlers tried to pull them back, the chains snapping taut, but the beasts were beyond reason.

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  The remaining eight war beasts burned alive.

  "Target the beast handlers! Take out the chains!"

  Arrows and mana bolts found the hobgoblins controlling the massive creatures. Without their handlers, the war beasts became obstacles instead of weapons. They thrashed in the flames, blocking the paths that other goblins needed to advance, their massive bodies creating barriers of burning flesh.

  "Shock teams! Finish them while they're trapped!"

  Liam led the strike.

  Alexa stayed behind to protect Jonah's back from further sabotage.

  The young swordsman vaulted the Line B fortifications with three other fighters at his back. They hit the burning kill zone like surgical instruments, targeting the beast handlers that the ranged attacks had missed.

  Liam's daggers found a handler's throat. The man beside him drove a spear through another's chest. The war beast they'd been controlling, freed from direction, turned its rage on the nearest targets: goblins trying to navigate around the flames.

  They killed five more of the beasts before the shock team retreated through the fire wall, using the same gap in the flames they'd used to enter. Behind them, chaos spread through the goblin advance as war beasts attacked their own army.

  "Back to positions! Let the fire do the work!"

  The flames burned.

  Goblins died. War beasts died. Handlers died. Their numbers collapsed.

  The Warboss was not happy as it shouted and roared behind the lines.

  The advance stalled as the fire wall proved too thick and too deadly to cross without suffering catastrophic losses.

  Jonah watched from his new command position on Line B.

  Eight war beasts dead or dying. The beast handlers eliminated. The shaman circles broken. The goblin army's momentum shattered against a wall of flame that they couldn't extinguish and couldn't bypass. Yet, they were out of the most dangerous part yet.

  That buys us time. But the Warboss is still out there.

  The massive creature had watched the assault fail from the safety of the goblin rear. Now it moved.

  The Warboss didn't walk through the remaining flames. It walked through the walls.

  The creature simply strode forward and crushed Line A's fortifications beneath its feet. Metal that had withstood war beast impacts crumpled like paper under the Warboss's weight. Debris that had been piled twelve feet high scattered like children's toys with every swing of its giant tree club.

  The creature flattened everything in its path, creating a clear corridor for its army to follow.

  Tier 4 monster. The equivalent of a human who'd reached Level 25 or higher. Strength that could tear through steel. Durability that could shrug off most attacks. Intelligence enough to direct an army. This is not something I can let the rest of them fight or deal with.

  Jonah had fought Tier 4 creatures before. In his first life, with decades of power behind him, with spells that could level buildings, with equipment forged by the finest craftsmen in the Tower.

  He was only Level 5 now.

  His mana reserves were maybe thirty percent. His body was battered from a day of continuous combat. His equipment was scavenged junk compared to what he'd once wielded.

  If that thing gets into our lines, hundreds die. Maybe everyone.

  The Warboss reached the edge of the fire wall and stopped.

  It could have walked through the flames. Its bulk was large enough, its hide thick enough, that the fire would have been an inconvenience rather than a threat.

  But it didn't.

  Instead, it waited.

  The creature's yellow eyes scanned the Line B fortifications, assessing, calculating. Jonah could almost see the tactical analysis happening behind that brutish face. The goblin commander was evaluating the defenses, measuring the resistance, deciding where and how to commit its forces.

  It's waiting for the fire to die. Conserving its strength now that its cheap bodies are so few.

  The flames began to flicker.

  Without additional fuel, the oil fire couldn't sustain itself forever. The pools burned out, the flames shrank, and the wall of fire collapsed into scattered patches of dying light.

  Defenders caught their breath. Water skins passed between fighters. Wounds were quickly bandaged. The brief respite allowed exhausted muscles to recover and racing hearts to slow.

  Yet, the adrenaline that had been driving everyone began to vanish too.

  This rest brought its own problems.

  Fatigue that had been held at bay by combat urgency settled into bones and joints. Fighters who'd been moving on pure willpower suddenly felt every cut, bruise, ache, and mana strain accumulated through hours of battle.

  The momentary peace made the coming storm feel worse.

  Jonah used the time to check his forces.

  Martinez and David had stabilized Derek's section. The western line was holding, though casualties had been heavy. Derek himself had survived, his face a mask of controlled fury as he watched his ambush team fail.

  Chen Wei's section had reformed behind Line B, the survivors of his collapsed wall integrated into the new defensive positions. Sarah had killed the war beast that broke through, losing two fighters in the process, but containing the breach before it could threaten the medical station.

  Garrett's junction held strong. Jackson's lightning had decimated the goblin forces trying to exploit that approach. The electrical user was exhausted, his reserves nearly depleted, but his impact had been decisive.

  Hundreds of people were dead, and hundreds more were in the medical tents behind them. This was already a costly war, and they hadn't even started climbing the first tower dungeon floor yet.

  Rebecca's medical station was overwhelmed.

  Wounded filled every available space, the healers working continuously to save lives that would have been lost without magical intervention. Miranda and the other mages who'd formed the improvised circle lay unconscious, their mana lines damaged but not destroyed.

  They'll recover. Eventually. But they won't fight again today.

  The fires died.

  The last patches of flame flickered and went out, leaving behind scorched earth, charred corpses, and the acrid smell of burned flesh and hair. The killing ground between Line A and Line B was a wasteland of death, the accumulated bodies of two assault waves creating a landscape from nightmare.

  Both goblin and human bodies were mixed together.

  The Warboss roared.

  The sound shook the corrupted ground beneath their feet. It rattled the Line B fortifications. It pressed against Jonah's chest like a physical force, a declaration of dominance that demanded submission or death.

  The creature raised its massive club and slammed it into the earth.

  Jonah felt a skill activate from it as the club dropped.

  The impact crater was three feet deep.

  Behind the Warboss, the hobgoblin regiments stirred. Elite formations that had been held in reserve through the entire battle finally began their advance. Armored goblins in organized units, moving with the discipline of trained soldiers, their weapons gleaming in the corrupted light.

  The remaining fodder goblins, about a thousand beaten and battered, but alive, fell into formation around the elites. These creatures moved with purpose, directed by the Warboss's commands into something approaching military order. Not the chaotic mobs of the earlier waves.

  The entire goblin army began to march.

  And the Warboss marched with them.

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