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As the Undead defended the ruined city against the armies of frost monsters, three figures remained afar from the battle, glancing from the distance as things happened. They were not Frost Generals, but humans. However, despite being merely humans, they emanated a powerful aura of divine power, as they have received the divine protection of their gods.
A tall and blonde man wearing shiny white armor with a stoic face and blue eyes glanced at the scene emotionlessly, although deep inside his mind, he seemed slightly troubled about what was happening. Although he didn't mind killing Undead, he knew that the city inside had normal people. If the Undead were protecting these people, then weren't they not bad?
"Is this really okay? What we are doing… Is this truly the will of the gods?" He wondered, feeling doubtful.
