Two cold moons hung high in the sky, the night wind was biting, and the chilly moonlight filtered through the intermittent clouds, revealing a large fortress standing at the foot of the mountain.
This was the Ironstone Fortress, one of the major strongholds in the northern border of the Pars Empire, an extremely important part of its extensive border.
"Reporting, General, they are about to attack!"
On the towering city wall of Ironstone Fortress, a Scout Captain scrambled and crawled to the feet of a robust middle-aged general, his face pale with fear under the moonlight, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
His knee was struck by an arrow, yet he faithfully continued to fulfill his duty of reporting the enemy's situation.
"I have seen them, and though I would like you to rest, every bit of combat power is extremely important now."
The robust middle-aged general nodded slightly, gesturing for a Priest to simply bandage the Scout Captain's wound.
