When the Cecil Clan's Armored Gryphon swept across the sky, Earl Uriel still had the leisure to enjoy the scenery of Raven Plateau—this highland, once equipped with several sentinel towers and a small fortress, was one of St. Soniel's garrison points, but now it was destroyed by the flames of war. Among the wreckage and ruins, only the flags and equipment left behind in the hasty retreat of the guardians and the shattered bodies of Crystal Cluster Giants could be seen. New flags flutter at these broken ruins now, carrying a peculiar contrast of beauty.
A cool breeze blew through, carrying the strange smell of the battlefield. Earl Uriel took a deep breath and said with a smile, "The past few days were truly difficult—but fortunately, those hard days are finally over."
"We didn't encounter much resistance; there were only a few severely injured dying monsters here," a Viscount next to him said. "These results probably aren't enough, right?"
