Bunoan Guard City stood alone like a sentinel in solitude, with lightning from the clouds tracing its edges.
The old soldier overlooked the battlefield nearing its end, in every direction, the human armies were retreating from the plains like waves. Those soldiers who lost the ability to move could only wait for death amidst the piles of corpses, the crimson flames on the horizon like afterimages in their eyes.
In the expanded narrow view, the sky and ground were both curved, the entire battlefield was a cross of ruins, broken weapons, armor, tattered banners, and the bodies of the guards interwoven, forming a peculiar doomsday-like scene.
Even the clouds had turned crimson, lightning like thorns winding around them, occasionally lighting up this world. Revealing its truest and most terrifying side in the eyes of the human alliance.
