The standoff at sea continued, but it didn't prevent the expeditionary forces already landed ashore from proceeding with their mission.
They dispersed several reconnaissance teams into the city.
Each team was led by a King's Blade, accompanied by five armored infantry as the vanguard, followed by dozens of brown-uniformed firearms soldiers, checking each street for enemy ambushes.
The dark alleys seemed to hide a beast capable of devouring everything.
Two British soldiers walked into a rather luxurious residence.
"There's no one in this house. The owner left in a hurry and dropped this!"
The man happily picked up a few silver coins scattered on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.
His companion opened all the drawers in the house, trying to find some abandoned valuables: "They say Texas is a hellhole, but to me, it looks no different from a small country town back home. Are we really spending the night in this city?"
