The burning battlefield was bathed in moonlight, the broken city walls shrouded in smoke.
Spells flashed intermittently amidst the fierce flames spreading wildly across the earth.
Between the rising heat of the flames, fallen bodies were illuminated, as well as the deep red blood flowing on the ground, and the twisted, angry faces.
The intense clash of swords, the curses and wailing of close quarters, entwined bodies, and the roaring of magic cannons, like four movements, composed a symphony of steel and death.
As the front line fell, the back line stepped up.
Such scenes filled every corner of the battlefield, one side fighting for the imprisonment while the other fighting for freedom.
On the bustling city gate tower, Leo Ray felt the trembling of the ground while watching the bloody and fierce battlefield, his unease increasingly apparent.
It was just as Asher Porter had introduced.