The setting sun fell upon the high-rise, casting golden silhouettes, outlining the tragic end of a hero. A strong wind whipped the flags, causing a rustling sound, like the footsteps of approaching death.
The "Crocodile" Nobility Ospe stood atop the building, cold in hands and feet, his heart tumultuous. He stared westward, watching as one divine and noble flag after another fell, listening to the fierce fighting rapidly closing in, yet he could no longer dispatch any forces to block them. At this moment, the fall of the fortress had become inevitable!
Though prepared, the Marshal from the north still felt a surge of despair, painfully crying out.
"Such a strong fortress, in my hands, held just for two months! There is no longer such a stronghold in the south, the Capital City's military force is utterly scarce, is the Kingdom really doomed to destruction?!..."
"Family Head! The west gate has fallen, the situation is dire, please let us escort you to retreat first!"