Before the Storm Breaks
Then Clara who was at the front of all the adventurers was still feeling a bit nervous but she never showed it on her face.
The cold morning wind brushed against her blonde hair as she stood atop the walls of Fantom City.
Below her, thousands of defenders waited.
Ahead of her, an endless sea of undead slowly marched closer.
The vibrations from their footsteps traveled through the ground and into her boots.
Every step of that monstrous army felt like a countdown.
A countdown toward death.
Yet Clara's expression remained calm.
Steady.
Unshaken.
At least on the surface.
Inside, however, her thoughts were anything but calm.
She thought about her mother lying motionless in bed.
She thought about Kary and Nira.
She thought about the promise she made them.
And then...
A certain man's face appeared in her mind.
Black hair.
Golden eyes.
That annoyingly relaxed smile.
Victor.
Clara immediately frowned.
"Why am I thinking about that idiot now?"
