The refugee camp surrounding the front gate of Liedenstorm was large.
The since the gates had remained closed for a long time, that meant with more squads of the Crimson Crucible leading more and more of them everyday, it meant the numbers could only grow.
Looking down at the now very vast sea of bodies, a frightening solemn lingered in the gaze of a man wearing a red suit of armor.
Under his armpits was a helmet with two curved horns jutting out from it.
The face of the man was seasoned and his eyes told the story of a deep, unsettling exhaustion. He had a head full of messy dark hair and deep green eyes that contrasted with the dark forest backdrop.
However, his body was rather large in the suit of armor. If he was standing beside another human, the difference would have been striking, as he would have been almost twice as tall.
"It is such a shame that a purge must be. Such a thing is never a pretty sight to look at, Captain Orpheus."
