Dusk approaches.
The entire sky is tinted crimson by the setting sun.
The evening glow spreads across the earth.
Kane and the soldiers of Fakes headed towards a small city nearby.
From a distance, Kane could see a city wall built with black stone.
He could see many soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city wall, and many dust-proof devices were installed there.
An air of high alert surrounded the place.
Outside this small city, countless tents were erected around it, haphazardly and densely packed.
He could see countless figures dressed in thin, somewhat dirty and tattered clothing moving back and forth among them.
As Kane and his companions approached.
They saw many refugees, staring at them with wide eyes.
The outskirts of the city were exceptionally noisy.
Many refugees, dizzy with hunger, knelt on both sides of their ranks.
"Please, kind knights, have mercy and give us some food. We are about to starve to death."
