Meanwhile, with a thunderous crash, the massive fortress gate leading into Nightfall Domain slammed shut.
The portcullis of the barbican dropped as well, sealing Richard and his men inside the killing ground.
Towering walls surrounded them on every side, leaving no escape and no hope.
"Wha… What? How is it you?"
Richard froze.
After several seconds, disbelief gave way to sheer terror.
"No… This can't be real. How could you possibly be here?"
No matter how hard he tried, he could never have imagined that the man he had come to kill had taken over his own fortress.
Phield still remembered how, when he had been penniless and powerless, all he had wanted was permission to pass through the fortress.
Richard had refused without hesitation.
He had mocked him, humiliated him, and even plotted against him.
Not long ago, Richard had personally launched an invasion of Nightfall Domain.
There was no possibility of reconciliation between them anymore.
