Escorted by several Shadowkhan, Lynn moved quietly through the town, slowly coming to a halt outside the royal palace.
His gaze swept over the battered and ruined high walls of the palace. The masonry was covered in dense cracks, with deep artillery scars lingering in places—testaments to countless violent collisions and tearing forces.
Looking at this devastated scene, Lynn could not help but picture his fighters battling their way through the bitter siege. That fierce combat seemed to replay right before his eyes: warriors surging forward like a tide, fearless of gunfire and injury, using their blood and lives to chip away at the defenses of the corrupt dynasty piece by piece.
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