Under the scorching sun.
Everyone's eyes were determined as they stared into the distance. The atmosphere was extremely heavy. Under such circumstances, even the sound of a bird flying past could be clearly heard.
Everyone knew that they were about to face a terrifying danger, but the majority of them did not turn back because they knew that they had no other choice. This battle was for the White Tower.
Suddenly, in the distant dust, everyone heard the sound of footsteps. Although they were light, they were very clear. It felt like stepping on the ground piled up with fallen leaves in the quiet forest, and it entered everyone's ears.
Someone was there!
A human figure slowly appeared in the dust.
"Are they finally here?" Kratos took a deep breath and sensed his little vitality. This should be his last battle, and no matter what the result was, it had nothing to do with him.
It was just a pity for this force.
