The thick clouds obscured the sunlight, rolling continuously, casting the whole world into darkness.
The howling wind blew incessantly, making the fluttering flags rustle...
An old man dressed in a red ceremonial robe and wearing a red bishop's crown stood on the hillside, looking at the sky with a solemn expression.
In his hand, he tightly held a golden medallion of the sun.
It was the symbol of the Eternal Lord.
The old man looked at the dark clouds in the sky, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening, and then he said in a grave tone:
"Evil forces have shrouded the stars, today's battle... I'm afraid won't be easy."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a burst of laughter, a dignified yet hoarse voice picked up the conversation:
"Haha, Lord Nicholas, you worry too much. With three times the troops and days of siege, today will surely be Otto's downfall!"
The speaker was a tall middle-aged nobleman.
