Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
“Which of the twelve counts has the least servants?”Dudian asked Saul who was next to him. He had sent an invitation letter to the twelve counts but there was no reply, in the past three days there were only a few small nobles who came to seek refuge with Dudian. They wanted to be promoted to nobility and be rewarded with territory. Dudian didn’t care about them and let Saul temporarily settle down in a hotel near the palace.