About fifteen minutes earlier Sera stepped out from an alley and she walked straight into the forming enemy lines.
The buildings were hundreds of meters away from the wall. It was filled with about fifty thousand regular soldiers, and hundreds of evolved.
Some were setting up smaller mortars which they will pepper the approaching army with. Others were running around delivering munitions and other supplies. But most of them were just standing around, waiting for the inevitable.
Each knew that even if they won, there was a high chance of dying. The soldier death ratio in a victorious army was about 10-20 percent. Which meant every fifth person standing here would be dead in a few hours. And that was the best outcome.
Sera in her civilian clothes walked between the soldiers. She watched their despair, their hopelessness, their regret, their sadness. The unit commanders tried to shout encouragements, to bring up their moral, but it was for naught.