~Year 988
The Nanzan Army travels through unknown means to the royal city, arriving to provide aid to Grand Prince Tyron.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
Atop a dark city wall stood a young man, his stance regal and noble, hands crossed behind his back as he gazed over the city wall at nothing in particular.
Beneath him, the sounds of a fierce battle resounded all across the city wall, the battle cries, the clashing of swords and loud explosions pierced through the quietness of the night,
Despite the violence and blood bath taking place all around him, the young man seemed barely fazed, the expression set on his dashingly handsome face was calm and serene.
It was hard to believe that someone could be so calm in the midst of such a fierce battle, but this young man clearly could not be anymore at ease.
