In the Milea Kingdom, outside the wall, As night fell and the soldiers gathered in small groups, a sense of weariness and uncertainty hung in the air. They huddled together, their faces etched with worry, their voices filled with apprehension.
Amidst the foggy vicinity near the wall, the soldiers engaged in quiet conversations, their words laced with doubt and introspection. They pondered the future, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead.
"What do you think will happen?" one soldier asked, his voice heavy with concern.
His comrade sighed, gazing into the distance. "I don't know. It's hard to say. We've fought hard, but will it be enough?"
Another soldier chimed in, his voice tinged with weariness. "Can General Qin continue his brilliant planning? Will he be consistent in outsmarting the demons?"
