In the golden autumn of October, a time meant for harvest, the Moxi Duchy was shrouded in gloom and despondence.
The Eastern Warhammer Kingdom had crumbled, with only a few rural castles still holding out, but they were of no significance to the overall situation.
The Alien Coalition Army launched a massive attack and, even after gathering some of the fleeing soldiers from the Eastern Warhammer Kingdom, the Human Race remained at a severe disadvantage.
Dapes Palace.
"We cannot continue to retreat," King George barked. "Even if the enemy employs forbidden spells, you must stand your ground!"
When the battlefield was in a neighboring country and news of retreat reached them, it did not stir much emotion. But now that the flames of war were burning at their own doorstep, it was a completely different matter.
Trading space for time did not mean abandoning the land and running; it was always better to defend the walls than to fight in open fields.
"Your Majesty, please be assured!
