Storm Fortress.
The sky was overcast on this sunless morning as if it was about to rain.
The densely humid low-pressure front made it hard to breathe, not to mention how the fortress was packed past capacity with over four hundred thousand Imperial troops and numerous refugees continuously flooding in from the Westland.
This majestic fortress, standing on the western border of the Crimson Flame Region, had almost become a can of sardines on the brink of bursting.
Anxieties are bred from irritation, anger, fear, and despair which are wailing all throughout the fortress, generating an endless sea of public disorder.
Even with an army of several hundred thousand amassed within the city, it was quite an achievement for this spirit-depressed army who'd just suffered a crushing defeat to stave off a mutiny, let alone control the refugees and maintain order.
