Infinite Classes in the Apocalypse

Chapter 77: Siege Plan

Upon entering the Central Station, Damon saw countless new faces scattered throughout the main hall.

Of course, it was impossible for him to know everyone in the station. The place had grown too large for that. But the newcomers were easy to spot, the way they gathered together in tight clusters, standing separate from the regular residents, made them look suspicious, to say the least.

’Seems like Eve’s group already arrived,’ he noted inwardly before coming to a sudden stop and turning around toward his own group.

"Get some rest. We leave at midnight, so be prepared."

Hardened expressions settled on the faces of his group.

Over the last few weeks, he had already told them what to expect when they storm the citadel. He had been blunt about it, refusing to sugarcoat the reality of what they would face.

Deaths were expected. He just hoped it wouldn’t be anyone from his group.

The group dispersed shortly after, each going their own way.

Most likely to their rooms to get what little sleep they could before the battle, while Damon turned in the direction of the leadership meeting room.

"I’ll go straight to our room," Kitsune suddenly said.

Damon glanced down at his shoulder, where she sat in her fox form. "You sure?"

She rarely left his side, so the statement caught him off guard.

"Yes. I want to finish refining my mana as soon as possible."

Damon processed her words for a moment before nodding. "Very well."

Without delay, she leapt down from his shoulder and left, still in her fox form, toward the room.

He watched her leave before continuing his walk toward the meeting room. The station felt different tonight. Almost as if the air itself knew what was coming.

When he finally arrived at the meeting room, he was met with two armoured figures guarding the entrance. Both wore a combination of leather and chainmail armour, though one had clearly seen more combat than the other.

"Stop there-" one of them began, raising a hand.

"He’s good." The other quickly cut him off.

Damon recognised the second man, who had brown hair and a scar running down his left cheek. But the first one he had never seen before.

The two men stepped aside and let him pass.

The meeting room was unusually full.

Ivy sat in her usual spot at the head of the table, just like Victor, who occupied a seat to her right. Both looked visibly tired, with dark circles around their eyes and the kind of exhaustion that came from too many sleepless nights. But despite that weariness, both their faces lit up upon seeing him enter.

"Damon," Ivy stood up, a faint smile crossing her features.

A couple of seats away from her sat Theodore, clearly bored, slouched in his chair with his arms crossed. He almost didn’t seem to realise someone had walked in until Damon was already halfway to the table.

On the other end of the table sat a lone figure Damon had not seen before.

He had short, almost buzz-cut hair and was wearing silver-plated armour. His gaze immediately landed on Damon the moment he entered, watching his every move with a calculating gaze.

"This is Torren, leader of the other group," Ivy explained, gesturing toward the armoured man.

Torren stood up, stretching his hand toward Damon, who returned the gesture. The man’s grip was firm and controlled.

"I’ve heard a lot about you over the last few days. The people of this station speak of you like a living legend." Torren said with a half-hearted chuckle, though his eyes remained serious.

"People like to exaggerate things," Damon replied flatly before taking a seat across from him. "How are the preparations going?"

For the next thirty minutes, everyone present gave a brief report on the status of their groups.

Ivy had nine people under her direct command. Each was around level 28, each one fiercely loyal and ready for the siege.

Victor had seven. One of his group members had died after not following his direct order inside the rift. His voice carried a hint of bitterness when he mentioned it. His group was also around level 28, though he didn’t seem as confident in them as Ivy was in her group.

Then there was Theodore.

He had twenty people with their levels ranging from 20 all the way up to 29. A wide grin flashed across his face as he boasted about his numbers, clearly proud of the small army he had assembled.

Torren chose his ten most trusted allies for the siege. Six of them were at levels 30 and 31, while the other four were between levels 27 and 29. His numbers were truly impressive, and the way he spoke about them suggested they had been through hell together.

In comparison, Damon’s achievement of getting most of his team over level 30 didn’t seem like such a big deal. Though in fairness, he had started with complete novices, unlike everyone else present. They had been nothing but a bunch of mostly Level 1 people when he found them. And now, he had no doubt they could face anyone in the station on equal footing.

In addition to all the numbers from each group, both Ivy and Torren had selected ten more people each who had not been in any of their direct groups, bringing the total to over seventy fighters.

The numbers were great. The levels could have been better, but in the end, it would have to be their advantage in numbers and the power of the heavy hitters like himself that would need to turn the tide.

Finally, the conversation turned toward the siege itself, with Ivy going over the plan one last time.

"We will leave at midnight. Damon and his group will go first and create space for everyone else to teleport in. Then, we’ll condense our attack in one area and slowly make our way toward the castle."

"How do we know they’ll be able to hold back against the enemy while they wait for us?" Torren asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"We’ll manage," Damon replied flatly before turning toward Ivy. "What about the people in the station? We don’t know how long we’ll be gone. We need someone to keep things in order."

"I already asked three people I trust to keep an eye on things. They’ll handle any disputes and make sure supplies are distributed properly."

Damon nodded. "Good-"

Before he could finish his reply, the doors behind him suddenly swung open.

A sharp sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor approached him from behind.

Then, just as he smelled a familiar sweet scent of jasmine mixed with something darker, he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around him from behind.

"Eve."