The sun was setting, gradually leaning towards the west horizon. The glow of the setting sun turned the plains in front of Tarot City into a warm orange hue.
A winding river, situated 3 kilometers outside the city, flowed gently from west to east along the city's outskirts. The shimmering water surface was also bathed in the warm and beautiful orange glow of the setting sun.
This was originally a majestic and peaceful grand city, but at the moment, the atmosphere felt somewhat tense and somber. As a few venomous bees discreetly flew into the range of Tarot City, the scenes around the city began to constantly feed back into Eric's mind.
The thick city walls surrounding Tarot City, towering at 20 meters, were constructed with large stone bricks, presenting a magnificent presence. At key positions on the city walls and elevated points, numerous heavy ballistae were arranged.
