The moment the city gates swung wide, an ice-cold, bone-chilling wind surged inward, carrying a heavy stench of blood and scorched debris, and whipping against the armor and cloaks of the garrison soldiers stationed inside the portal.
Outside the gates lay a battlefield of scattered corpses beneath flickering firelight—a hellish scroll brought to life—and countless Northern Desert soldiers with faces twisted in utter astonishment.
"Charge—!"
Chapter 231