The towering arch gate loomed under the dim lights.
Twisted blood and shattered steel covered the ground before the gate, forming an ascending slope.
Thick boots trampled over the bent steel, step by step ascending the ramp paved with corpses and blood.
The dim light stretched a person's shadow across the dark red stains of blood.
One step, then another, until before the towering gate.
The shadow paused before the door, looking up at the towering gate as if a saint worshiping his divine being.
click—
The sound of a broken piece of metal being stepped on reverberated behind him.
He turned around, looking down at the newcomer from his elevated position.
The dim light shone on the newcomer's brown, cropped hair and his upright figure.
The even glow fell upon the steel long spear in the newcomer's hands, the bloodstained cheeks, and the torn clothing.
"We meet again, Lord Ivier."
