The sunset was slowly approaching the horizon, but its afterglow clung to the earth.
Shuttered within its city gates, Lark City appeared particularly desolate under the amber hues of the twilight.
Especially the pile of bloody skulls accumulated outside the North City Gate, which made the howling Northerly winds seem like the wail of vengeful spirits.
Colin rode on horseback, gazing at Lark City in the distance, a dangerous light flickering in his eyes.
The "hospitality" of the Fein family not long ago left him both shell-shocked and full of rage.
But he was reasoning enough not to impulsively give an order to attack the city.
It's not a sensible choice to attack a city with cavalry.
Moreover, he only had three thousand cavalrymen at his disposal.
Previously, in Riverside City and Huorong City, Colin had penetrated them by tricking the city gates open, or launching surprise attacks, not by way of a frontal assault.
