The scorching sun was high in the sky, on the outskirts of Cyan Town.
The plain was trembling faintly, as if the earth was sinking and wailing.
Under the brilliant sunshine, the initiators slowly appeared on the horizon. A well-organized army with waving banners marched forward.
Drawn swords reflected a cold glint, turning the peaceful and warm afternoon into a sudden, chilling danger.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The echoes of uniform boots hitting the ground mingled with the clashing of armor, resounding across the sky like a funeral dirge.
With each step, numerous wildflowers and grasses were crushed into the hard soil, just as ignored as the feather-light free farmers.
This was an army mainly composed of so-called new citizens.
These beneficiaries of tyranny often lorded over the lowest free farmers with contempt and humiliation, wantonly beating them as a matter of course. With these privileges, they naturally became the most loyal followers of the brutal nobles.
