At the same time, the Saladin Kingdom, the Royal Capital.
On the battlements.
The torches sizzled as they burned, their flickering flames casting long, twisted shadows on the walls that appeared grotesque in the ink-black night, like devils about to descend upon the human world.
The nearby soldier guarding the city clutched his spear while dozing off, the sound of his steady snoring echoing through the air.
"Snore, snore!~"
Just then, a cold gust of wind blew past, jolting the slumbering soldier awake with a shiver.
"Ah-choo..."
He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes, instinctively gazing ahead. It was a casual glance, but the next second, the soldier was wide awake, his blood running cold.
On the other side of the wall, a formation of fully armed soldiers emerged from the cover of night, silently advancing within a hundred meters of the battlements.
Where did this army come from? Why hadn't anyone raised an alarm?
