Dark King
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
Huge Debt
Editor: GSD
Study room in the second floor. Ryan family.
Old Fulin dismissed the maid as he sat by the desk. Only Sander was accompanying him in the room. Old patriarch sighed as there was worryied expression on his face.
Sander was by his side. He couldn't help but ask: "Father, are you worried about the barbarians? It shouldn't be difficult for the military to protect the barrier if their background is taken into the account. In case even if the army fails the Holy Church and magsitrate wouldn't sit by. At worst we will retreat to the other edge while we wait for the reinforcements."
Old Fulin shook his head: "Chil, I'm not worried about army's war but our battle."
"Our battle?" Sander was stunned.