The sun was setting in the west and was about to sink into the horizon.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the sunset glow of the distant mountains, dazzling like fire.
Garen shifted his gaze away from the red sunset and looked at the devastated dark plains. As far as his eyes could see, the originally flat plains were now filled with cracks and deep pits. Countless corpses that were almost indistinguishable were stacked on top of each other, and it was a shocking sight.
Fortunately.
Most of the corpses here belonged to ghouls, and then to the giant army that had been destroyed by the true dragon's claws.
As for the True Dragons that belonged to Garen's subjects, although they had suffered losses, they were insignificant compared to the Giant Army.
