The war… was over…
The night fell silently.
The tomb-like hills on the battleground, the ragged black flags, and broken weapons seemed to tell people how cruel and fierce the war was.
The dried-up blood had soaked into the sets of battle armor and dyed the ground red.
Except for the last trace of red light of the setting sun in the horizon, everything was in endless darkness.
It was silent, and only a few crows flew in the sky.
A few paladins stepped onto this desolate and dejected battleground.
The dead warriors from the Elf Clan, Dwarf Clan, and Orc Kingdom slowly woke up on the desolate battleground under the shining Holy Light. They looked around and shivered involuntarily.
Cautiously, Helen turned over the corpse of a soldier of the Shadow Legion and saw that it looked totally different from a human, an elf, or a dwarf.
