In the front courtyard of the city lord's mansion, belonging to Anlan's faction, ethereal figures materialized behind the raised throne. These were the guardians that Anlan could choose to deploy into the canyon every half-hour.
At the moment, all eyes were fixed on the distant canyon. However, a serpentine chain of dark mountains obscured their view. They could only listen to the sounds that wafted from afar.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed, and plumes of thick smoke rose above the canyon. Soon after, sporadic sounds of battle and eerie wails pierced the air, as if two massive armies were locked in ferocious combat. Intermittent explosions resounded, accompanied by the relentless rat-tat-tat of firearms.
"What a brutal battle! You have to admit, these 'bugs' don't hold back, even against their own—using grenades and rocket launchers!" One ghostl figure behind the throne commented as they listened to the distant sounds.
