With the decaying wall out of their way, the army of 50,000 men advanced into the town in an orderly manner. Under the command of Sarika, a small team was dispatched to hunt down the ruler of this town and bring them to her whilst several other teams were ordered to block all available routes.
Sarika, clad in her gleaming armour entered the town with the rest of her soldiers through the battered gates. Their horses' hooves echoed loudly on the cobbled streets. As they marched, the townspeople looked out of their windows and doorways with a mixture of fear and curiosity on their faces.
Her gaze flitted to the state of the town. Subconsciously, she knitted her eyebrows together.
