In the Black Banner Country, a fierce, chaotic battle raged within a mountain valley.
Attacks and defenses launched by a variety of Psychic Power items and abilities clashed, filling the air with a constant flicker of multicolored light.
One of the two warring sides consisted of only a hundred-odd people, desperately holding a narrow pass against the enemy horde's assault.
The attacking force, however, numbered in the thousands. They looked like a long serpent, so densely packed that one could not see its end.
Facing an enemy that outnumbered them dozens of times over, the defenders would have already been breached and annihilated if not for the narrowness of the pass, which prevented too many from breaking through at once.
But even so, faced with such a massive disparity in numbers, the defenders' strength was gradually failing. The Ascenders on the front line fell one after another.
"The front line is about to break!"
