On the distant horizon, dust billows.
On the walls of Kaler Castle, the soldiers nervously bustle back and forth.
This morning, without any warning, Saladin's vast army crossed the border of the two nations, advancing toward Kaler Castle.
The Holy Fire Banner and the dust kicked up by the seemingly endless sea of people covered the sky.
The terrifying sense of oppression made everyone in Kaler Castle tense.
They were well aware of the deeds committed by the castle's master, Count Reynard—plundering Fire Worship caravans, massacring Fire Worship civilians, attempting to defile the Holy Land in Nezha...
Once the castle breaks, none can survive.
Though Saladin is known for his kindness, under his iron-fisted methods, there is never a shortage of slaughter.
Creak——
Over a dozen armored soldiers forcefully push the winch to hoist the heavy drawbridge.
